#hes a big ol softy that only wants the best for his daughter

[shellsweet]

Watched a bunch of tik toks before bed and this happens.

One day I'll tell my ocs story properly.

[witchthewriter]

𝐒𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐀𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐡𝐲 𝐅𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦 𝐐𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐞

Tagged by @yourwinchesterbros​. I’m reverse uno-ing; you have to play too! 

Warnings: swears, soa themes, talks of episodes - so suicide mentions, violence

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑰 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒇𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒊𝒏 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉

Oh my god, I think I fell in love with Opie. His height, his tattoos, his dedication to his wife...it was all so sexy. I mean I still love him, but I also feel like he didn’t really have a personality... 

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑰 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒆𝒙𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒂𝒔 𝒎𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒂𝒔 𝑰 𝒅𝒐 𝒏𝒐𝒘:

Chibs; I didn’t think I would love an old Scot so much. His interactions with his daughter still make my heart melt. I wish there was more of them. 

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒆𝒍𝒔𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑰 𝒅𝒐𝒏’𝒕:

I really don’t like Bobby, he just feels like a seedy old man to me. He didn’t ... do much for the club. And how he treated Cherry... even if it was an act, it was awful. 

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑰 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒆𝒍𝒔𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒔:

  I don’t know! Is Nero hated? I really like Nero - he was a stable man who did his best, especially for his son. And what he wanted for his son was beautiful, I hope Jax’s boys have a lovely time growing up on that farm

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑰 𝒖𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒅𝒐𝒏’𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓:

 ... Juice. I hate cowards, and I’m not talking about his suicide attempt, that was; valid? I guess you could say. But he seemed like the weakest link - he kept getting involved with the cops no matter what. Why couldn’t he just go to the club and tell them what was going on in the first place? 

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑰 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒕𝒐𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒔𝒎𝒐𝒐𝒄𝒉:

 OPIE !! CHIBS !! TIG !! TARA !! LYLA !! I can’t just choose one person, are you crazy?! I would die if Chibs called me sweetheart in that swoon-worthy Scottish accent though. And Opie’s heIGHT, oh my god - I get weak at the knees just thinkin’ about him. 

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑰’𝒅 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆:

 Tara mixed with Gemma; knowledge, ambition, brains, fire, ‘don’t fuck with me’ attitiude. I like the thought of being intimidating tbh - but really I’m just a big ol’ softie. 

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑰’𝒅 𝒔𝒍𝒂𝒑:

 There are a LOT; Clay, Bobby, all the villains... Oh god June! All the people involved in stealing Abel and not giving him back. Like how can I just choose one?? Line ‘em up and just do one big slap line.

𝑨 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑰 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆:

 I - I don’t actually have a pairing that I love. Jax and Tara ... she had so much to live for and his decisions kept holding her back. She was basically a single mother as well as a doctor, and handled Gemma. 

Opie and Donna felt like they came from two separate worlds and he only showed passion for her when she died. 

And then Opie and Lyla... it didn’t feel right. It didn’t click. 

  Clay and Gemma - well they were perfect for one another, but I don’t ‘love them’ per say. Because of what Clay did to Gemma; it churns my guts. 

𝑨 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑰 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒔𝒆:

  Chibs & Althea. Chibs never really had any romantic partners throughout the series, and they gave him a COP?! Watching it for the first time... I was EMBARRASSED for Chibs ... And I always skip the episodes when they’re together. 

  I also HATED Jax and Colette; she looked as if she was his mother. And it felt ... Freudian. Like a weird Mummy kink thing. I know it wasn’t a proper relationship but they still hooked up and it felt so odd. 

An additional question that I want to add: 

𝑾𝒉𝒐 𝒅𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒃𝒔𝒐𝒍𝒖𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒚 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒔𝒆?

Otto Delaney! Hated, hated, hated him! Made me feel so icky, oh and that guy who wanted revenge for his sister. Oh he made me absolutely furious - his hypocrisy! 

[ducknotinarow]

Summer Jones - Family Meme; all that apply uwu

| Talking about family

"It's not often I getta talk 'bout my full family so I don' mind talking more. Since I ain't gotta talk around the fact most my family aint human. Like Aunnie April and my grandma. Hmm? oh Dad? Nah Pop's filled me in. Dad ain't human he just passes for one."

Send 👔 for my muse to talk about their father

"Oh boy my Dad's uh? Well what isn't there to say? My Dad's are well my Dad's I know that don' say much but I guess I jus' don' know what to say to really say just well how lucky I am to have my Dad's ya know? How many kids got two parents who love 'em and support everythin' that do? 'ike if I get in a fight it ain't ever what did I do wrong it's did ya win?" She laughs a bit. "Pop's is always more quite and moody looking but he's a big softie. I think most would see all the scares and missing eye and be scared. But he's just always got stuff on his mind. He always home when I get there and makes sure to say bye if he slips out to hide out at the lair. We sit up on the roof and look at the stars together. He taught me how to throw a correct punch. It never really matter how bad I mess up Pop's never makes me feel like anything's too bad for me not to come home. Dad's no different, some see this giant and muscular gay rollin' up on his bike but Dad's a big ol' marshmallow himself. Always giving me hugs and be gross and embarrassing callin' me dumpling and all that. He always cheers the loudest at my games and practice. He tries to play the role of a normal parent. Always saying to clean my room for some reason? But Dad's not a normal parent. He ain't a normal nothin' and he's best when he just being that."

Summer obviously is adopted, left outside the door of Casey's apartment. Funny enough when Raph and Casey were dealing with their baby fever at its worse. An angel finally answering them and giving them Summer. Summer truly has no normal set of parents. Two Dad's that have shared different ways of fighting. Raph how to throw a punch right so she don't break her thumb and Casey taught her how to swing a hockey stick not only to hit a puck right but slam into someones gut to knock the wind out of them. Summer is a full on tomboy herself. She knows hockey stats better than math equations so it's a good thing she got some smart family members as well. Summer is closer to Casey but that because he's able to do more with and for her. Casey the one she looks up to and wants to be like when she gets older. To her Casey is this guy who cares a lot about others and will do anything to help his family. He may not do it the best way but his heart is in the right place. It's way anything thing she could do that may disappoint Casey hurts her most. And why she fears doing that in the first place despite it not being possible to happen at all. Raph is deff her biggest support if she can't go to Casey right away it Raph she goes to and talks with. Raph often has to reassure her worries. And it's kind of why she doesn't fear saying the things she might even if it comes out wrong. She got Raph's bluntness and Casey I don't know when to shut my mouth mixed together. Not to mention shes a idiot like the pair of them. She may be hell on wheels but Casey and Raph both know their daughter well and how to be there for her and Summer knows that too. Even if she has fear losing her family before she knows shes could never really lose them or do anything to make them stop loving her its the irrational fear of a child. But Summer really can say her Dad are more than parents they are her best friends she can pal around with them but she has learned to sort of try and watch after them herself. She gets on them both for smoking and limits their drinking to at least one can. If they gonan listen to anyone it's thier baby girl.

Send 🤜 for my muse to talk about (one of) their sibling(s)

"Oh Ari! Well we aren't technically sisters but she's my sister and I dint care 'bout facts anyway. Why I don't know many outside hockey and other sports. Ari a bit older than me but she don't act it like at all. She's my best friend as well. She kind of hurts my feelings cause she's always on and on about how she the only one in her situation so she bottles all that shit up. And even shuts me out. But she's the one I tell everything first even about Hun. I dunno why she feels she can' or that I won't get it. Feels...kind of shitty. I try to be there despite all 'hat shit though. Cause we're cousins but we're more than thar we're sisters. Pops tells me 'bout how he and unca Donnie got this twin sense an' I wish we had it maybe I could help her more if we did ya know? She still my favorite person despite it all. I lpve hanging out with her even if I gotta watch the little mermaid all the time with her. Being with her just makes things better."

Summer and Ariel may be cousins but they might as well be sisters. I tend to forget but I think Ariel is possible a month older than Summer if not just a few weeks. They are seen as the next twins of the family and are just as close as Raph and Donnie. Two peas in a pod. Summer never not seen Ariel as a mutant she's just her sister. So she can be blind to Ariel's own hang ups and issues much like Ariel is with Summers. But Summer will always be there for her sister, to hang out or tell her when she is being dumb never above using her hockey stick to knock some sense into her sister.

Send 🦯 for my muse to talk about their grandparents

"I got my grandma and my gramps. Grandma is a tought lady who don' take shit from no body. An' she always tells me not to take shit for no body either. I visited her a lot before she passed away. Grandma was always nice to me grand kid privilege I guess funny watchin' her boss Dad around though. I miss her lots but I don't think it hurt me like it did Dad he got real weird when she passed on. Gramps also the same he more strict with my pop's and uncles than with me and Ari. We always got treats from him growing up. He tried teachin' me to mediate and such but I always napped instead. Pop's and Dad never liked that I was more an angel with gramps. But it's grampa course I am."

Summer has a grandparent from each side. Her grandma from Casey and Splinter aka Gramp's from Raph. Summer for sure is spoiled by both. I feel like she often visited with her grandma even without Casey around. She just loved her a lot, being a kid who was bullied for be well different a strong women who took shit from no one was a strong role model for summer. Splinter also can't tell me other wise isn't a grandparent who would spoil. Seeing how I think Splinter never once thought he might have grandkids himself. He love his son so much so you know grandkids would be just as loved. He takes to being grandpa right away I like to think he was first to hold Summer as well like he was with Ari. And he cried each time he loves them so much and he still dots on them and gives them treats no matter how big they get.

Send 🎣 for my muse to talk about (one of) their aunt(s)/uncle(s)

"I got a lot! Aunnie April is the only human aunt or uncle I got. She always there when I need her. Like coming to school to grab me when that time of the month first happened for me not fun. Then I got Aunnie Vonnie! She's kind of 'ike a mom ta me, she the one who tells me all the gross stuff, and tends to be more better with emotional shit I deal with since sadly im biologically a chick. She always let's me hide out with her too which is nice when I need it. Unca Leo is also my sensie so I tend to call him sensie over uncle. Auncle Mikey cause they feel loke they both male and female so I call them a number of things. Auncle, uncle, aunt and Pibling. Uncle Mikey like a big kid always playing games with us and teaching me about the best super heros and comics. I tend to help buy them for him too. Unca Donnie kind of like a third Dad ta me as well. When my Dad's are being too emotional unca Donnie the best to go to he least listens ta me. When my Dad's are too busy thinking a guy who likes me is a purple dragon."

Summer may not have a lot of friends but she makes up for it with family. Because she sure has a lot. She has two aunts and three uncles. April I feel is always helpful for things needed like getting pads and bras when summer has to start wearing them. She is closer to Von as she mentioned she sees her as a mother figure in her life and she kind of fills that place for her as well having a very strong maternal presence in Summers life. Her uncles I feel all fill in a different role in her life. Leo is the only one she dosent call uncle performing sensei. If not for Leo? Summer might be a bit more likely to get into fights at school. Ever since she bought her guitar and got chased by purple dragons. Leo felt knowing how to properly defend herself was important along with the displace thar comes with the style they all learned. Summer respect Leo a lot. Ironic consider raph and leos constant bricking. She only ever calls him.uncle when it's a pretty serious matter. Mikey is more like an older brother in her life. She often gets him comics and such of she sees a issues he might like. And will have sleep overs with him and Ari. Summer never gose to the girl nights to girly for her so this is a nice way for her to get that time instead. Donnie as mentioned is like a 3rd dad to Summer being a bit more reasonable and sensible than Casey and Raph ever can be. She tends to sit in his lab and dose homework only time she stays focused since she can ask him for help he explains it better than her teachers but he's known her for years so that helps.

Send 🐾 for my muse to talk about (one of) their pet(s)

"I got a pet rat and we got a dog as well! I've had my rat for years I found him hurt so I took him to a vet and kept him they said he would survive long back on the streets. I name him cheddar it's his favorite food. Then course we got Carter Dad's dog mainly but I think he likes me more."

As mentioned summers got a pet rat, originally I said summer was gonna be a teacher I changed it to a vet for alternate pets lile rat and reptiles. For obvious reasons of course. Summer found cheddar rats have a short life span but I aint using that logic the longest captive rats lived 7 years. So we're gonna let her last about 12 cause I said so. Of course Casey gets a support dog later on as well and Summer falls in love with the dog right away. Qhen wvee Vasey isn't in need of him Summers playing and spoiling them rotten.

In the CC verse I feel Summer of course will have both those pets still Chedder will be a hurt rat she finds in the barn. And I like to think shell have her own horse. I like to think she'll name them butterscotch uwu be a cute brown horse I thibk it be cuties if it happens to come from of of Casey's other horses ;3;

[allthingsfuckd]

soft spot | Bucky Barnes x fem!reader

summary: Bucky, the diner owner pining for the reader, a regular at the diner and best friend, for years.

a/n: i wanted to post a Peter Parker fic but i had writer's block until i came to this idea. it's based on a few of my fav Luke and Lorelai moments from Gilmore Girls combined into this one fic. i hope you enjoy! as usual, feedback is very much appreciated and my requests are open. (you don't need to watch Gilmore Girls to understand it)

warning(s): fluff, teen pregnancy, absent father, pining.

“Coffee, coffee, coffee, coffee,” you repeated, your chest pressed against the counter, an evil smile on your face. He turned to face you and placed his hands on the counter, the chanting stopped. You purse your lips trying to contain your smile.

“You know it ruins your body, slowly corrodes your insides, and makes you die really really young, right?” he says squinting at you as he makes hand gestures.

“That’s the intention,” you say smiling up at him showing your teeth. You both stayed like that for a few seconds until he turned around, grabbed a mug, and the kettle from the coffee machine. Still squinting at you, he poured the coffee in the mug and slid it over the counter to you.

“I really hope it’s soon,” he grumbles, throwing the kitchen towel on his shoulders, and walks (or stomps) back to the kitchen. You sat there, coffee in your hands, smiling as you took a sip.

The door rings open and you hear a familiar voice. “Did you get one for me?” you turned in your bar stool to look at the figure that walked up to you. The beautiful girl who you delightfully brought into the world almost 16 years ago, Leah.

You shook your head, fake-pouting. A grumble came from the teen, something you could very much relate to; caffeine deficiency. “I tried, I tried but Bucky’s in his element this morning,” you shrugged your shoulders, stretching to the left to see if he was still in the kitchen.

“I’m gonna get one myself. He likes me,” she turned to face the kitchen, chanting his name as you did earlier. You hear them arguing as you enjoyed the drink in your hand. It was white noise to you — the arguing, especially in Bucky’s diner. With him being the crabby man you’ve always known him to be, it was basically daily routine.

“You were right, he is grumpy this morning,” she said when he walked away again, this time to the back. “Wonder what happened,” she said, shrugging as she took a sip of her coffee.

People in the town have always talked about how similar you both were; you and Leah. Sometimes it did feel like you were looking in the mirror and reliving your teen years as she told you stories about her day and it would scare the fuck out of you.

“Hey, so birthday planning. Let’s go,” she patted your forearm, waking you from your thoughts, excited to turn 16. You sat up and giggled, feeling excitement running up your spine.

“Okay, so we’re gonna have it at home this year,” she nods. “After last year’s event, I vowed to never again go to a Ms. Patty party,” you both shudder, remembering the massive drunken embarrassment you had to go through at your 15-year-old’s birthday party. “Before that, we’re going somewhere special, a surprise if you may. Then we’re going shopping, which thank god your birthday is the end of the month. Cause how could we have lux on your birthday without a paycheck. We’ve got a date with your dad, says he wants to finally actually give you your gift in person this year? And a massive birthday cake with your face on it by the one and only Sookie, as per tradition,” you yap, fast-paced.

“Wait, we’re meeting dad?” she asks, cutting you off. You nodded fast, feeling the caffeine kick in. She smiled, looking down at her mug. And that’s when you felt beat up. When it came to Christopher, it always put a smile on her face. Maybe they were right. You were alike. So easily manipulated by the one man in both of your lives, who is only always there when time and circumstances met his convenience. Something naivete and youth made Leah fail to realize.

“Okay, kiddo. We’ll discuss birthday matters this evening, it’s almost 8,” you picked up her bag, gravity pulling your hand down soon after. “Woah, wormie, what are you carrying? Bricks?” you teased.

“You never know how much reading I can get done with all the waiting we do in school,” she whined after downing her coffee. She kissed your cheek and left the diner.

“God, that kid is something special,” you hear Bucky say as you both watched her walk to the school right opposite the diner. You turned around looking down at your mug, Bucky noticing a frown on your face. “What’s wrong?” he asks, bending down to look at your face.

You looked up, smiling a little. “It’s Leah’s dad,” you scrunched your nose. You never talked about Chris with anyone in the town except with Sookie and Bucky, the name and subject a sensitive topic to you. Never saying his name as if terrified some sort of evil would be summoned. Your relationship with him was beyond complex. You were best friends before anything, you-me-against-the-world (or against parents and the rich community you were brought up in), you knew him like the back of your hand. You still see him as such but since you found out you were pregnant, it all took a different turn and it wasn’t something you felt was right for either of you.

“He called again,” Bucky’s voice annoyed, rolling his eyes. He’d met him once and it was the most awkward, testosterone-filled conversation you’d ever witness. You snickered, knowing how he, as much as you, despised talking about him. “Hey,” he touches your forearm with his leather-gloved forefinger. You looked up at him. “If anything, you come to me,” you half-smiled.

Everyone in this small town knew about the mother-daughter dynamic you and Leah had. Hearing how she turned out great with just you raising her was something you heard very often, something you wished you felt through every fiber of your being. But you didn’t. And Bucky knew you struggled with that, trying his best to remind you every time you doubted. More often than not, she reminded you a lot more of Bucky than Chris, since she grew up knowing Bucky more than her dad.

“Thanks, old man,” you said, snickering behind your mug. He backed away from the counter, his grumpy face showing again. His eyebrows furrowed and his cheekbones prominent. He hated it when you called him that. He may be over a hundred years old but technically he was your age, he would remind you. “There he is!” you cheered, laughing at his frowned face.

“You have a problem,” Bucky said, taking the mug from your hand, and you slid the bill across the table. Still maintaining your gazes, seeing a small smile starting to form on his lips.

You were known by the whole town to be completely oblivious, seemingly being the only one who doesn’t know how Bucky has been pining for you for years. Even from Mars, the love he held for you in his heart could be seen. He tried several times to ask you out on a date, getting closer and closer each time he would try but something always had to happen right at the time he wanted to spit the words out of his mouth. A coward, as Sam, another regular at the diner, would call him when he realized he'd been staring at her.

You did, however, think about dating him once after having a moment with him in the diner. It was late, and you wanted coffee after a bad date. Nearly kissing until Kirk came into the diner to get his emergency late-night burger. You brought it to Leah’s attention, but to that she immediately declined, saying it might ruin the best coffee in town for the both of you.

Saturday rolled around; Leah’s birthday. You woke her up at 3 a.m., another annual essential where you would tell her the infamous story of the day she was born.

“What do you think of your life thus far, my dear?” you brushed her hair as your lied down next to her.

“I think it’s great,” she yawned.

“Any complaints?” you asked, and she shook her head. “I think you’re a great cool kid and the best friend a girl could have,” you said to her lovingly.

“Back at ya,” she answered.

“And it’s so hard to believe that many moons ago I was lying in exactly this same position,” you looked up at the ceiling, flashbacks playing in your head.

“Oh boy, here we go,” Leah said. You shushed her and continued the story.

When you walked into the diner, you were greeted by Bucky at the front door. You frowned at him, being too close to you, your hands hovered over his chest. He opened an arm to gesture you to a table by the window on your right. When you looked, your jaw dropped. He decorated the table. He laid a beautiful lace tablecloth, with a vase filled with flowers in the middle and balloons next to one of the chairs and Leah’s favorite; a rainbow cake, with a lot of frosting.

“Bucky, what is this? This isn’t you. And flowers?” you looked at him, eyes in disbelief. He shrugged. “This is amazing,” you touched the table cloth, mouth agape. “Thank you, Bucky,” you hugged him, his face red to which you were too busy to see.

He walked away, knowing your order before you could tell him. The Y/N Special he printed in the new menu. Leah came into the diner, you sat up and smiled as you waited for her reaction. “What is all this?” her jaw dropped as well.

“It’s all Bucky,” you shook your head, as she caressed the lace tablecloth. “Where he got this tablecloth? No idea!” you leaned in, whispering loudly.

“Bucky, you big ole softy,” she said to Bucky who came with your regular. He blushed when she gave him a hug, quiet as he walked back behind the counter. Your eyes followed him, still surprised by his adorable gesture.

“Hey, remember what I said about dating Bucky?” you asked her, still looking at Bucky who was taking orders. She hummed as she gobbled down her food. “Do you think it’ll work out if we did?” you asked again.

“Honestly, I think it will,” she said, cheeks stuffed with food. “Especially after this,” she gestured to the decorations. “But yeah, I do,” she said after swallowing her food, following your gaze to look at him.

It was the first time she’d ever okayed a man in your life other than Chris. You both loved Bucky especially after what he’s been through. The grumpy demeanor he displays justified.

Lane, Leah’s best friend walked into the diner, squealing as she hugged and wished her. You stood up with your order and walked to the counter to allow them to chat.

“Hey, Buck,” you said, seeing him clean his toaster. He hummed, his back still facing you. “With your expertise displayed on the very lovely table there, could you help Sookie out with decorating my place while Leah and I frolic about town?” you asked, chewing on your waffles.

“Yeah, sure anything for my best customers,” he said as he grunted, fixing the toaster.

“Why don’t you use your tools?” you asked, pointing at the toaster with your knife. Stopping what he did, he turned to shoot a glare at you.

“My toolbox is sitting in your lovely home collecting dust because you could not and will not bother to give it back to me,” he complained. You snickered knowingly since you purposely brought up his toolbox.

“Well, it’s the only thing in the house that warns burglars that there could possibly be a man in the house,” you said melodramatically as you enjoyed your food. He grabbed the knife and fork out of your hand, your hands up in the air and mouth open. You placed your hands on your lap and sighed.

“Fine, you can have John back,” you said. His eyebrows crossed in confusion and frustration. You had a track record of being stubborn and playful. Something everyone who knew you grew to normalise.

“Not every non-living thing needs to have a name,” he said, putting the utensils back on your plate.

“Yes they do. I could tell visitors that John is in the living room sitting on the floor,” and you continued to yap Bucky’s ears off until you left to bring Leah on her birthday adventure. Reminding him that you left the decorations by the couch at home and he could use the key hidden under the turtle statue.

It was almost 1 a.m., Bucky heard a loud voice from outside, he dragged his feet to the window and opened it, sticking half his body out. Flinching when he saw a stone coming in his direction. “What the hell are you doing?” he shouted at you in your pjs, holding a pillow under your arm. He was wearing short-sleeved t-shirt, something you barely saw him wear.

“I’m homeless! I’ve got nowhere to go,” you shouted back. You heard a window open at the next building and turned to face it. An old man appeared out of the window.

“Hey, would you shut up? It’s late!” the old man with his thick Boston accent shouted at you. You looked at him and then at Bucky then back at him and burst out laughing. “Would you please get her the hell outta here?” the man said to Bucky and went back inside. He went down to get you, groaning as he walked down finding you, still in a fit of laughter.

“The resemblance? Uncanny!” you said, still laughing as he grabbed your arm and pulled you into the diner.

You helped Bucky set up the mattress after looking around his apartment and teasing him for things he owned. Being friends with him for years, you’d never been in his “home” above the diner before.

“What made you homeless tonight?” Bucky asks as you fixed the bedsheet together.

“Everyone else passed out drunk, even Chris,” you said. Shocked that you brought up his name, he fiddled with his fingers as he sat by his dining table. “I’m still kinda drunk. That name slipped out of my mouth,” you said, laughing nervously, sitting next to him.

“What did he do this time?” he asked looking up from his hands.

“Surprisingly, he was nice. He was a dad for once but he hasn’t left so we’ll see what happens,” you sighed. Bucky knew the reason for your uncertainty with raising Leah was because of Chris. The seed of doubt sprouted after years of Chris reminding you that you couldn’t do it alone which made Bucky’s blood boil.

“At least she’s not pregnant yet,” you said, running your hands against the wooden dining table.

“Oh yeah, I forgot about that,” he said. “You were 16?” he asked.

“15 and a half,” you pointed out. “Ruined my 16th birthday, my mother said. What a disappointment it must have been for my parents to have me,” you looked at him.

“Can’t imagine anyone seeing you as a disappointment,” he shook his head and you sighed.

“You know, Buck. Seeing what you do for Leah, I bet you’ll make a great dad one day,” you mention, examining his face. His eyes looked sleepy.

“You make a great mom. This whole town can vouch for that fact. For how young you were when you had her, 15 and a half? Every parent makes mistakes but you make the mistakes seem like fun,” you chuckled. “You were never alone in raising her. The town has played a part in raising her with you much more than Chris ever did so I don’t know what the fuck he’s talkin' about,” he says, a lump formed in your throat.

“Yeah, it’s just the daughter part I, uh, I don’t have down yet,” Bucky exhaled through his nose. You thought about a recent fight you had with Leah about the boy she’d been dating. Something you brought up as a problem because you were terrified of possible outcomes. But you knew he was a great boy, Dean. Sweet, charming and a gentleman.

“You looked great tonight,” you placed your hand on his, you felt the cold metal against your skin. You’d never really seen his metal arm, always hidden under the sleeve of his leather jacket and gloves. His signature look, even in the summer. You stroked his metal hand and even though he couldn’t physically feel your touch, he felt goosebumps form on his skin. Physical touch was never a part of your friendship.

He smirked, raising his brow and tilting his head making you roll your eyes. “I don’t mean you don’t look great all the time, you do, and,” you groaned. “Don’t be cocky now,” you clicked your tongue, laughing, still smirking at you.

“You looked great too,” his voice cracked, coughing to clear his throat. “y/n,” he called your name, his voice lower and deeper.

“Yeah?” you whispered. His eyes softer than you were used to, finally seeing his blue eyes.

“Would you want to go on a date with me sometime?” he asked, eyes looking at your lips then back to your eyes. He felt his palm get sweaty, heart thumped loudly in his chest he swore you could hear it. He’d always have the words play in his head but he never thought the moment would ever come.

You felt your cheeks burn, you never thought he’d ever ask you. He studied your face to predict what you were gonna say, cringing a little expecting a bad answer or a laugh.

“I would love to, Buck,” you bit your bottom lip. He let out the breath he held, smiling as he shifted in his seat. After years of pining, he finally got to take his favorite girl on a date.

[treesandtheirberries]

Dad!Harry talks to his daughter about her questioning sexuality PART 2

part one

(Thank you all for liking the last post, my heart is so full.)

More about the twins, parents' discussions, and a girl's day of insight and vulnerability.

WC: 3.5 k

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After tucking June in bed, much to her playful annoyance, Harry made his way to the bedroom where the love of his life was resting. Crossing the hallway, he smiled to himself. There was nothing he loved more than being a trusted father. Having this responsibility lifted him, it guided him to be even better. Just replaying the conversation he had in his head was bringing extra moisture to his eyes. What could he say? He was a natural softie, this (y/n) knew so it was no different with his babies.

Right before making it to his shared bedroom, he instead turned to make his way to the younger ones' room. (y/n) might possibly be crossed with him if she finds out he awoke them just for some kisses, but she didn't have to know.

Shuffling into the room, lit by a nightlight that displayed soft stars on the kids' ceiling, he noticed both of them whispering to one another. Having them share a room was the conscious decision of the parents. Although they had a few rooms to spare, they preferred the twins to sleep together, as they quickly noticed how the two reacted when apart. Oftentimes, they'll find Mick in Mazzy's bed, or vice-versa. It is clear to the parents that the twins are most comfortable with one another, and separating them seemed borderline abusive.

"Hmmm, what're you two on about? Late, innit?" Harry softly spoke, with a smile on his face to clear any seriousness in his words.

"Dadaaaa" Mazzy dragged, smiling that her father was here. She sat up on her bed, making grabby arms as to drag her father further into the room. He was so weak for his babies and quickly made his way to her.

"Mazzy meet friends today. Talk dada," Mick explained in an annoyed tone, which Harry obviously found hilarious. Pardon him for not knowing the basis of their conversations. As he smiled to himself, he wrapped his arm around Mazzy as she further burrowed himself on his side, and he extended his hand to Mick (whose bed was a very short distance away from Mazzy's). "Bedtime dada, momma said sleep" Mick said seriously to his father as he reluctantly grabbed his hand.

Harry and (y/n) could see the personalities of the two strongly already: Mick adopted the role of the carrying older brother despite being born only six minutes before, and Mazzy the clumsy, caring younger sister. The twins upheld their roles quite well, and because of their personalities, they rarely left each others' sides.

"Oh baby, I know she did but I just want some snuggies. Don't kill me, 'kay?" Harry said, pulling his arm so Mick would get the message to hug his father. Despite wanting to seem ever-so mature, loved nothing more than to hug the most important man of his life and finally succumbed to 'snuggies'.

"Mumma said to sleep for school, dada," Mazzy inquisitively said to Harry, looking up at him questioning.

"Yes baby, you two need to start sleeping more, you'll start preschool later this year, and mums' not sure if they do nappy time like in daycare." He rubbed both of their backs in unison as he saw them interlock hands on his stomach. These moments, he thinks, are the exact reason he does what he does. He wants nothing more than to support his babies (all four, actually) and be able to watch them grow. "Just wanted to give you guys some kissies. Kissies please?" He finished by puckering his lips as he looks down at the two.

They giggle and lean up to press soft kisses on his cheeks simultaneously.

"Now what's this about some friends, Mazzy?"

"Yes papa, so nice to me. Mick wants to hear if good friends."

Harry continued to rub their backs, so proud of their bond. "Good job Mick, always taking care of your sister. You know she'll always do the same for you too."

"I know dada, told me Aidan was rude to her. We not friends again." Mick stated, again making his father's chest filled with pride.

"Good, we all know we need to treat our friends nicely but if they are not kind back, we can't let ourselves be their friends. What do we do, babes?"

The kids smiled, playfully annoyed once again yet said together: "treat people with kindness." dragging it out as most kids do with very little seriousness.

"I've gotta go now, let's tuck you both in so momma will never know I was here, 'kay?" He lifted Mick in his arms and carried him the short distance to his bed, while Mazzy tucked her legs back in her blankie. Making sure Mick was cozy, he planted a wet kiss on his forehead.

"Dadaaa" Mick smiled, knowing his father's antics by now.

After placing another kiss on Mazzy's head, he placed a palm on both of the children's bellies. "I love you two so dearly. You guys, June, and your mum are the best things in my life. Rest up so we can have another fun day tomorrow babies."

He finally made his way out of their room, seeing the two burrowings further into their respective blankets with their eyes closed filling his heart. Sneaking his phone out, he snapped a quick picture and sent it to his wife so she could keep a copy of the moment. (although, through this, he effectively ruined the small secret of waking them.) Fuck it, he'll just say this is how he found them.

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"She wanted to talk about the Sage situation?" (y/n) guessed, as her beloved crossed the threshold and planted himself face-first on their king bed. All spread out, he moved his back to crack it, due to the stress of every day and ... well, age.

"Said she heard about my sexuality more than yours. Bet you're jealous huh?"

"Please, I know the bond you two have. Is she okay though? You gave her the good ole' 'we'll always be there' parent talk?" (y/n) never doubted his ability to be a father, but these circumstances were a bit more sensitive than other matters. She finally shut her book, placing it on the bedside table that holds Harry and her's current reads. There was no better end to her day than kissing her babies and reading alongside the love of her life.

"She's okay, I think. It's hard for her, obviously. I hate seeing her in pain but this is just one of those things she has to do. As long as she knows we're here, I don't expect it to be too difficult?" He pondered. He did mean it, being a questioning teenager is difficult as is but adding sexuality to the equation? He was fortunate enough to be so self-assured that the concept of questioning himself wasn't that turbulent. "But she wants to hear from you too, obviously. Be prepared to share your life story babe," he giggled, turning his head to see his wife who now began to stroke his hair. God, that really did it when he was tired.

"Yeah, I think I recall her saying this week was slow since she finished exams, so would you agree that we could take a girl's day in light of it all?" She pondered, wanting to assure her daughter in the best, normal way possible.

Harry finally sat up, only to cuddle into his wife's arms. This was another reason he knew the two were soulmates: she loved being the big spoon as much as he liked being held in her arms. "Yes, definitely a good idea. Mhm, what'd I do to have someone as mindful and loving as you? M'life would be incomplete without you, you're everything to me, love." Still feeling as 'lovey-dovey' as ever, he burrowed his head further into her, almost physically absorbing the love she poured out.

"I just want her to feel normal, I guess. When I finally came out, it seemed like it was the only interesting thing about me. It was the only point of conversation for a while, and I don't want June to feel like it's such a hugely different thing. She's still our baby, always will be."

"Hmm, the parenting books have nothing on us. So happy we're a team," he says, grabbing one of her hands to intertwine their fingers. "Gives me a love boner just thinking about how good we are, God."

"Narcissistic asshole. Want a bedtime handie?"

Her words make him shudder, a moan itching to be released. "M'done for with you."

She smiles at his words, knowing that the man in her arms is unlike the general population in that he prefers her hand far over her mouth. Shifting a bit, she kept one arm around his shoulders, to keep him close, and inched the other one to his briefs. They were firm believers in comfortable sleeping, which often lead to sleeping in only undergarments or less. She began to touch him softly through the fabric, already feeling how hard he was. "Oh baby, what's got you all worked up already?" It was a taunting tone, something about their position made it common sense that he'd be more submissive tonight.

"Please, (y/n). Just a quick hand, please." He shifted his hips, trying to get her soft hand to come down harder. Lucky for him, she wasn't in a mood to see him suffer and pressed the heel of her hand more firmly. "You know exactly what that does to me. Please baby, I'll be quiet."

"I know you will, you deserve this, 'kay?" She finally ended the small foreplay and moved her fingers into his briefs. Having been with her for over 15 years, (y/n) knew exactly what got Harry off the quickest. Nothing sold him out faster than a quick, sloppy hand, and her coaxing and appraisal always made him finish embarrassingly fast. Wrapping her hand around his length, she immediately began to jerk him off, wiping his precome to make it smoother. "Such a good daddy to our babies, best father out there I swear."

Her words made him shudder, even more, her touch making him extremely sensitive. Given her arm wrapped around him, he moved his head to the crevice of her neck, feeling shy from her praise. "(y/n), you're going to-" he was interrupted by her thumbing his head again, letting out a breathy moan, "god, make me cum so quick, please."

"It's okay baby, come on now, give it to me." She smirked as she felt him press soft kisses to her neck, almost as a thank you for the fucking phenomenal handie he was receiving.

His breath increased, indicating he was nearing his peak. He began to whimper ever so slightly, wriggling in place and only pushing himself closer to her. "Cumming, god m'cumming." he moaned, finally releasing over her hand.

(y/n) didn't end there though, still dragging her hand to rub his cum down his length and creating a click-ing sound. It was left unsaid that he loved to be overstimulated and milked.

Finally pulling her hand out after Harry begged her it was enough, she got up to grab a hand towel from their en suite restroom. Coming back, she found him with his eyes shut, clearly ready for sleeping.

"Budge up, or this'll get all gross in the morning."

Moving sluggishly, he allowed her to clean. "Come on now, let me do the same to you," he slurred as he flipped on his side, patting the bed.

"No baby, that's alright. Just wanna sleep with 'ya." She smiled at him fondly, noticing his eyes once again shutting in content. The two were almost annoying cuddlers, and they were practically seared together when it came to sleeping.

"Alright, in my arms 'ya go now. Come." He said faintly as she crawled into the space he made for her. Immediately squishing her face in his chest, he wrapped both arms around her back, caging her in and digging his fingers in her loose hair. "Love you," he whispered, although given his face was over her head, it was pretty muffled.

"Love you."

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"Let's do three more deep breaths, and then we can go see what your mum made for breakfast," Harry indicated, eyes still shut as he sat cross-legged by Mazzy and Mick on the floor, June also sitting on one of the twins' bed.

Before the two parents gave birth to June, Harry insisted that it would be vital to teach their children meditation: a practice that would help them understand and work through their emotions. (y/n) agreed quickly, after hearing many testimonials online of increased mindfulness in small toddlers. Harry tried more often than not to do what he called "Good Morning Heart" exercises before school, but if he was out (y/n) had no problem doing it alone. Today though, the two woke up slightly later than usual and had to split up their duties.

"Okay, good. Keep your eyes closed for now, my bugs. I want you to think about one thing you hope to achieve today. Talk to a new kid maybe, or participate in class. Anything, and take another deep breath as you think of it."

"Dada, done now," Mazzy said, smiling wide at her father. Obviously having meditated her whole life (although they didn't consider it meditation, more so family time) she was used to these exercises and her father leading the group. She didn't know exactly why they did it, but being able to frame your day as positive before it even starts did boost her already positive demeanor.

"Good job baby, so proud of you. Why don't you go run down to see your mama? Not on the stairs though."

"I take her, dada!" Mick excitedly said, unknowingly to others, his positive goal for the day was protecting his 'baby' sister.

Harry smiled, dimples shinning as he saw the two siblings scurry down the hall. "Finished bug?" He asked as June and he were the only two left in the twins' room.

"Yeah, going to ask mom about everything."

"She's ready, and she's so fucking proud of you."

"Thank you, Dad, for everything. I mean it." June leaned over to give him a hug, making her cheek squish against his shoulder. He moved his head over to give her a kiss over her hair, closing his eyes for a second, basking in the life full of love he manifested.

"You didn't hear it from me, but I have an insider report your mum made chocolate pancakes."

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"Come here for your kisses, don't try to weasel out of it," (y/n) laughed, putting her arm over the center console to pucker her lips. Mick was first, giving his mom a kiss on the cheek, dimples resembling his father's. Mazzy followed with obtaining their daily kiss before daycare, both stumbling their way out of the car to meet a teacher that helped them inside. "God they're so precious, as are you," (y/n) said, as she softly pinches June's cheek.

"Mooom," June dragged, now in the 'always embarrassed by parents' teenager phase. "Could we talk about Yesterday? You know, with whatever Dad said?”

“Yes! Actually, before we start would it be cool if we play hooky?” There wasn’t a ‘cooler’ parent between the two as they usually were very lenient, but this definitely bought (y/n) some cool parent points.

“What?! Are you sure? Is Dad okay with it?”

“Of course, he encouraged it really. Just a girl's day for us, can go shopping and eat lunch? Whad’ya think babe?”

“Freak it.” Or for translation, June’s way of saying fuck it.

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“Can you maybe … tell me how it worked for you? How you … decided?” June said nervously, still nervous about the topic.

“Yeah, of course, baby. It’s a much longer story than your fathers, but I’ll try to condense it:

“At your age, it’s such a period of confusion, and a lot of times your family can agitate that. From seventh grade to about my senior year of high school, I had what I now call my ‘identity crisis. Really, it was rooted in sexual confusion and overall expression but at the time, it was the most dramatic thing happening since the death of mom.”

The two were sitting in the car, having stopped by a local cafe for coffee before sitting in the mall parking lot. It was an odd place, but comfortable given the two were together. (y/n) and Harry prided themselves off of being an open family and sharing details of their past, but this wasn’t something June had heard of in such detail yet. Because of this, she was extremely absorbed in what her mother was saying.

“It’s really funny to me now, because that’s how I deal with things, I guess. But at the moment, I was-“ (y/n) turned her head to look out the window of the car, needing a small moment before recalling the most difficult time of her life. “It’s ridiculous because I know I should say losing mom was painful, but this whole sexuality thing tore me apart in a different way. It was silent, and it was internal. There was no one I could tell, not until my junior year.

“Anyway, going back to the plotline, yes. I did have a close friend I liked. She is mainly the reason I began to question, that and being a little too obsessed with Stevie Nicks. Sidebar: that was one thing that your father and I initially bonded on.” (y/n) finally lifted her head to see her daughter who stared at her with much adoration. Although she was a mother, this specific conversation still made her extremely insecure due to years of denial from family. She could only hope to raise her kids in a contrasting environment. “It was really hard, and I did become depressed and, well, suicidal frankly. Coming from a background like mine, there isn’t a ‘good’ view on anyone who is gay and that combined with my father's overall conserved nature, I was terrified. Then there was the back-and-forth: am I gay? Am I straight? Am I faking it? Does it matter? And the answer, to the last one at least, is yes it does fucking matter.”

“It made you that sad? Trying to figure it out? Dad says I’ll always be the same girl, why was it such a big deal for grandpa?”

“It was hard on me that I didn’t have someone noticing this pain I was going through. I, unfortunately, did not have someone to tell me that it was okay, and it was normal. God, I felt like such a deviant,” (y/n) laughed in an attempt at raising the mood. “When I finally got around to telling your grandpa, he said that mom mentioned it to him once, before she passed. He claims that she said I was going to be different, and he would have to understand that. Mothers always know. And he did, at least, he tried. It was hard to go from always saying future husband to future partner but he got the hang of it. You’re never too old to change your views and grandpa is the best example of that. He’s also very proud of his son-in-law for being so open about everything including sexuality, says that makes our relationship stronger and is the biggest reason he permitted your Dad to propose.”

"I don't even know what to say, that's kind of insane mom."

(y/n) laughed. The pain of her past has subsided over the years, and it was relieving to be able to recount it. "So insane. What else can I say about this? Two aunts were really rude about it and dad got so angry. It made me cry seeing him fight for me. After that, things just all worked out. It's still a hard topic, it took me forever to tell your dad. I thought he was going to be grossed out," (y/n) laughed again out of remembrance, cheeks warming from embarrassment.

"Mom! How could he, I'm sure he was the same as when you two met but dad would beat himself if he ever hurt you. And, that's really nice to hear about grandpa." June was amused over the change of topic and touched her mom was letting this information out.

"No, no. He's always been so attentive and needy," (y/n) giggled, June joining. "You should ask him about it, he's such a sap but that story especially gets a few tears out of him."

"Oh, definitely will do."

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After the two had strolled around the mall a bit and found a few new pieces of clothing (what could (y/n) say, she had the tiniest shopping addiction) June opened up the conversation once more.

"So, how long does it take to know know."

"Oh babe, there's no number I can give you that works for everyone. You can't really but a timeline on these things. I will say there are stages, like definitely a questioning period, but you might not spend time experimenting with labels or you will. It's really hard to say. Personally, it was like six-ish years for me?"

They continued to roam the store, June now looking at jeans with embroidered details. "Hm." She looked deep in thought, but not nearly as conflicted as Harry described her to be the night prior. "I'm thinking about it mom, and I might be sure about it."

As (y/n) moved June into her arms into a Styles' classic bear hug, she hummed in joy. "I am so happy to hear that baby. We are so proud of you, and you're still our same baby but you're developing your identity and we're just so proud to be your parents. Please, babe, don't worry about this, we're here always to defend you through anything. Although, half of our friends and family are gay or something too." (y/n) gave her a smirk, both chuckling at the situation. "Now, if we're done here maybe we can stop by your dad's fav strawberry dealer, he sent me a message he was craving some."

June followed her mom out of the store after deciding to buy the jeans, body warming at the thought of having what she considered to be the best parents in the world.

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Part two done! kinda obsessed with this storyline now, so let me know what else you want to see from this precious family. ily!

[finn-ray-nal-beads]

I need a crack fic of Clyde hiding his last present *insert Justin Timberlake Dick in a Box playing*

A/N: I HAVE COMPLETED SO MANY CRACK THOTS IN MY HEAD TONIGHT IT’S SICK THANK YOU EVERYONE WHO HAS FUELED THIS FIRE! @xxcatrenxx I really hope you love the twist I put on this fic, thank you for allowing me to write it out... to completion 👀ENJOY BABE! 

Warnings: mentions of children, all the Xmas feels because I have to with this big ol’ softy bear, a big ol’ dick in a box, slight teasing, ass slapping, Doggystyle, deep penetration from our good ol’ country boi, caught in the act of or slightly thereafter, stuffing, breeding kink, dirty talk because Clyde is the best dirty talker, unprotected sex, cum eating, smut smut and more smut, with a lot of Xmas fluff because I hate myself

“Now what do y’all say to yer mama fer lettin’ ya open these on Christmas Eve?” Clyde bellows out at the kids as they ‘ooh’ and ‘aah’ at their Christmas themed PJ’s. 

“Thank you, mama,” your five-year-old daughter and three-year-old son collectively turn and run to you perched on the couch, a Tom and Jerry in hand, enveloping them in the biggest hug you could possibly muster. 

“Yer so welcome ma sweet babies,” wrapping them in the fuzzy blanket you had draped over yourself, and kissing them until they begged to be let go of, “mama loves ya so much,” laughing as they screamed in fake cries as they wiggled away from your affections. 

“Now y’all go ahead an’ getcha jammies on an’ all that stuff,” he chuckled, watching you love and kiss on them as they tried to run away, “then ya can come give yer mama more kisses before Santa comes tonight,” they stopped dead in their tracks to beam at their dad who had said the magic word. 

They leaped off the loveseat, bounding up the stairs with new jammies in hand to get their little teeth brushed, and go potty before slipping into dreamland. You moved to get up off the couch to go help with the marathon of getting them to settle in bed before having a strong hand push you right back down. 

“Now, darlin’,” he tsked, the light from the Christmas tree glimmering in his eyes, “ya jus sit here an’ look perty while I get the babies all ready fer bed,” lowering down to steal a kiss from your lips, “you do enough round these parts, let me handle it fer one night,” kissing your forehead as he put the blanket back over your legs and lumbered upstairs to survey the damage from the kids. 

You sighed, watching the fire burn in the large fireplace of your new home, the farmhouse feel enveloping you in the country Christmas you’d been dreaming of since you’d met your sweet husband. The large pine tree beside your couch, emanating a fresh scent coupled with the embers from the flames in the kindling, and the sweetness of your hot drink as you let out a relieved sigh. 

Life was absolutely perfect. You had a home, two perfect children, a doting and affectionate husband, and the financial freedom the both of you had worked so hard for the past several years, not akin to the ‘cauliflower incident’ as you referred to it fondly. 

Above your loud thoughts, a low hum rang through the stairs as you took a sip from your mug. The sound of Clyde’s honeyed voice, lulling your sweet babies to bed with a Christmas story as they questioned every single page he’d read. 

You chuckled at their wonder, asking where Rudolph was in Santa’s line up, how many cookies does he usually eat, and your daughter making sure to tell her daddy to turn the fire off before he and mama went to bed so Santa wouldn’t burn his bottom on the way down the chimney. 

“Goodnight babies,” you heard him whisper, latching the doors to their rooms as he padded down the hallway. 

You waited for him to appear on the stairs, wanting to cuddle up with him by the fire with your mugs of liquor before heading off to bed, but after a few minutes, were growing slightly worried as to what he was up to. 

You released your legs to the slightly colder air, placing your mug on the coffee table as you padded upstairs, enclosing yourself in the sweater you had chosen for the evening. 

“Babe?” you whispered, wondering if he was alright, seeing the dark hallway with no light in your master bedroom. 

“Clyde, honey?” walking into the room to flip on the bedside light, jumping at the scene before you. 

“Holy shit!” you cleared your throat, “what’s goin’ on here?” eyebrows raised as you saw your big bear perched on the ivory comforter of your California king bed, clad in nothing but a pretty big box wrapped around his pelvis. 

“I don’t know Mrs. Logan,” he purred out, “why dontcha open it up ta see what’s inside… I think ya might like it just a lil’ bit,” winking as he watched you inch closer to the edge of the bed. 

Pushing your hair behind your head, gathering your body onto the sheets as you reached for the bow covered box, unwrapping the pretty packaging as his hand snaked behind to grip you full ass perched on your feet. 

“Oh honey,” you mewled, salivating at his large and in charge cock, bobbing at attention, practically springing out of its cage covered in precum and begging to be stuffed inside you, “I love it,” bringing your hands to stuff the oversized sweater in between your legs to curb the aching sensation in your netherregions. 

“He loves ya so much baby girl,” gripping and kneading on your ass as you removed the rest of the contents from his body, “in fact, he may wanna stuff ya like a Christmas turkey tonight darlin’,” smacking the covered skin as you fell forward on his stomach. 

“Would ya like that?” he mewled, gathering your fuzzy covering to push it, revealing your little blush pink panties underneath, “ta be stuffed with me again?” feeling the wetness that had soaked through them in the process. 

“Y-yes babe,” you whined, pushing your cunt into his touch as you sucked hickeys on his belly, “please fill me up,” whining into the darkness of the bedroom. 

“That’s all I want for Christmas big bear,” assuming the position, ass up, face down on the plush comforter as he scrambled his hulking body to position his cock at your entrance. 

“Well big bear is gon’ stuff ya full again,” pushing down the sheer lace to your knees, “make ya all big an’ round again with ma baby,” slapping your ass as hard as humanly possible before sheathing his aching cock into your tight little hole. 

“Fuck!” you cried out, prompting Clyde to grip the back of your head, pulling you up just enough to penetrate that perfect spot of yours, “now baby girl, ya know ya can’t yell like that,” he huffed in your ear, pushing himself to rearrange your guts in knots, “you’ll wake our precious babies up an’ then what?” snaking a hand to tease your clit as he left open kisses on the exposed shoulder of your sweater. 

“I-I,” you stuttered as he sped up his motions on your mound, only to break away again and shove your face into the down comforter. 

“B-babeeee,” whining as your pussy throbbed on his length, the sensation never failing to burn just a little at his girth, “I-I l-love bein’ full a you,” gasping on every push of his cock on your cervix. 

“I love seein’ my perty baby all full a me,” mewling and grunting as he thrust deeper and deeper, balls clapping on your pussy as he drank in your moans, “ya carry my babies s-so damn well,” gripping the sweater that had fallen up your back, pulling you even more flush with him as he railed the fuck out of you. 

The thought of being completely filled, sending a shockwave to your budding clit, a tingling in your spine egging on the flutters in your pussy walls. 

“I-is ma baby almost ready?” he growled, setting an even more brutal pace as he released his flesh and blood hand on your hip, no doubt a bruise already blooming from his iron grip on it. 

His thick, meaty fingers found their way back to your stiffened bud, the slightest touch sending you to the complete edge of your orgasm, “that’s it Y/N,” he whispered, sweat dripping from his inky locks as he encircled the peak in your sopping folds, “cum all over yer cock,” he uttered out, feeling the shockwaves clamp over his member as you cried out in complete bliss. 

“God fuckin’ d-dammit!” screaming as he sped up to ride your wave out into his own, “C-Clyde baby please!” feeling his movements become more erratic as you slipped from your high. 

“I-I’m,” he stammered out, pumping his cock a few more times into your glistening hole, “‘m fillin’ this p-pussy full,” growling like the bear he was as he released his swimmers into your gaping womb, the warmth wrapping your uterus in a hug it so badly desired. 

“Jesus f-fuckin,” he moaned out, hands covering your ass as he stilled himself, shaking from the aftershocks of his orgasm, “ya alright darlin’?’ patting your ass lightly, smoothing over the raised handprint he’d left. 

“Ya,” you panted out, trying to still your breathing as you felt his softened cock slide out of you, the sound making you sigh in relief as the air hit your hole. 

“Gah, yer so damn perty,” marveling at the mixture seeping out of your slit, “so fuckin’ wet,” scooping it up to stuff right back in, causing your pussy to clamp back down on his thick fingers. 

“Gettin’ greedy, huh,” he chuckled, watching as your cunt ate up the spend, “ya know we’re gonna hafta do this more than once ta get it right,” removing it to lick up the rest in his mouth. 

“I know babe,” setting yourself up to his blushing chest, rubbing his pecs as you leveled with his face, “remember we have two kids,” raising your pretty fingers to his face only to have him kiss the tips ever so lightly. 

“I know baby doll,” he cooed, pushing strands of hair out of the way, leading your lips to meet his in a searing kiss on the bed. 

“Daddy?” a shrill voice echoed from the doorway of the bedroom, the both of you freezing in horror as your pupils met, trying to ignore the call. 

Clyde turned around slightly, to notice your daughter crowding the side of the entryway, “y-yes baby?” he whispered faintly, hoping the voice was a figment of his imagination, the color leaving his face as he noticed her sweet little face scrunched up in a questioning look. 

“What were you an’ mama doin”?” she cocked her head to the side, inching into the light, teddy bear in hand, blinking her cute little eyes to adjust to the light. 

“Uhm,” voice cracking as he cleared his throat to give her an answer, not daring to turn around as he was still fully nude, “mama an’ I well, uhm, well we were,” panicking to look back and you completely lost in silent laughter at his starstruck behavior. 

You pat his chest, “I got this babe,” you tutted, pressing your index finger into his plush lips, and glancing over at your little girl, still waiting for an answer. 

“Daddy an’ I were havin’ some alone time baby girl,” you spoke just loud enough for her to hear and hopefully simple enough to understand, “now dontcha think you should be in bed?” cocking an eyebrow “I don’t think Santa will come if he knows yer still awake,” crossing your arms as you stared her pretty little puppy dog eyes into the abyss they were. 

“I jus’ wanted ta make sure daddy wasn’t hurtin’ ya, mama,” a tear rolling down her cheek as she started to back away into the dark hallway. 

“Oh baby girl,” getting up from your spot to lower your sweater and pull your panties back up, “daddy wasn’t hurtin’ me at all, now were ya daddy?” looking to him as you pulled her into a hug. 

“No honey,” he pandered, still facing away to shield her innocent eyes from his now completely limp member, “daddy wasn’t causin’ mama any kinda pain, I promise,” blushing and shying away at his little girl. 

“See?” you pet her little head, “I promise we’re both okay baby,” kissing her forehead, “now let’s get back ta bed now,” leading her back into the hallway towards her room, and tucking her in bed. 

“Mama?” she whispered as you back away towards the door. 

“Yes, baby?” answering her back as you glanced back into the night lit room. 

“Whatever y’all was doin’, I think you won the contest,” her face showing absolutely no signs of joking. 

“Well,” stifling an all-out snort, “t-thank ya, baby,” shying into the hallway to take a deep breath, “I think mama won too,” smiling at her dozing off. 

“Good night sweet girl, Merry Christmas,” whispering as you moved to leave the room. 

“Merry Christmas mama,” her sweet voice echoed back as you found your way back to the bedroom, chuckling in the hallway as you shook your head. 

This was for sure the merriest Christmas you’d ever experienced, and the most mortifying to boot. 

And it all started with a dick in a wrapped box.  

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WELL, I HOPE WE ALL LEARNED A VALUABLE LESSON HERE... LOCK YOUR DOORS AND CLYDE IS FUCKIN’ DADDY WHO NEEDS A PRETTY LARGE BOX TO COVER THAT MANHOOD A HIS... 😉

THANK YOU FOR THE ASK AND I HOPE YOU LIKED IT, BABE!

🖤,

ray-nal-beads

[summahsunlight]

All For You, Part 11

Rating: T

Word Count: 1.6k+

Pairing: Poe Dameron X Pilot!Reader

Summary: Your life in the Resistance was not easy, being married to Commander Poe Dameron and a skilled pilot yourself. When you unexpectedly get pregnant, your life is forever changed. Raising a child on base is hard, but never having parents of your own as a child, you are determined to love your little girl and give her the best life. Poe is equally as devoted to you and your daughter, vowing to keep you both safe from the impending threat of the First Order.

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Emmy gurgled, happily, while sitting in the sink for her bath. Poe smiled at her when she began to wildly splash and you were quickly covered in soapy water. “Troublemaker,” you grumbled at your daughter, “just like your daddy.”

Poe glared at you, but only half-heartedly. He could never get mad at you when you were taking care of Emmy, when you were just being a mom. He would imagine his own mother taking care of him as a child when he looked at you with Emmy. 

Taking the baby out of the bath water, you gently wrapped her in a towel. She hated being cold and whimpered.  “Here, take her for a second,” you instructed your husband, handing him Emmy. “I left her clothes on the bed.”

“C’mere sweetheart,” Poe said, sweetly to the baby. “Daddy will keep you nice and warm while Mama gets your clothes.”

“Daddy will keep you warm because he’s a human furnace.”

“Don’t let her fool you--she likes how warm I am.”

Emmy smiled, broadly at him and he felt himself falling in love with his baby girl all over again. Poe pressed a soft kiss to her cheek. He’d been gone for a long time this last mission, and while his daughter had settled down when he did leave, it still broke his heart every time. He just wanted to be here with you and Emmy--but he knew in order to keep you both safe, he had to leave from time to time. 

Returning with Emmy clothes, you offered to get her dressed, but Poe wasn’t ready to give her up yet. “I’ll do it,” he said, softly. “We have a lot of time to make up for since I’ve been gone.”

You stood back and watched as Poe took care of the baby. “She missed you, Poe,” you simply said. “It’s crazy but she has this...sense...that you’re not around.”

“I wish I didn’t have to leave so much.”

“There are times that Leia is going to let you say no.”

Poe shook his head and sighed, finishing up dressing Emmy.  He gathered the baby back into his arms and gently hugged her. “I can’t, sweetheart, you know that. I want this galaxy to be safe for you and Emmy.”

Softly you wrapped your arms around his waist and pressed an even softer kiss against his shoulder blade. “I know,” you said, holding back tears. You loved this man so much for his dedication to you, to Emmy--to making the galaxy a safe place for your daughter. It hurt how guilty he felt leaving, knowing that he had no choice. “Someday, she’ll understand.”

Emmy sighed and snuggled against Poe’s shoulder. He rubbed her back and smiled. “Someone is sleepy,” he stated before moving out of your embrace and heading towards the baby’s crib.  He softly sang to her, her little cooed of content filling the quarters. In no time, Emmy was fast asleep. 

“She still hates it when I sing.”

“Sorry, baby, I’m not sure that will ever change.”

“That’s probably true.”

He pulled you close to him, his lips seeking yours out in a lingering kiss. Often times when he kissed you like this, you liked to tease him that this was how they ended up with Emmy--but not tonight. He’d been away for so long that you were just longing for his touch, his arms around you, and even if this only led to him cuddling with you in bed while he worked on his latest report. You’d missed him.

You hummed in contentment as effortless carried you to your bed. Placing you down, Poe brushed his lips across yours once again. “I’m gonna go get started on that report--you go to sleep, sweetheart.”

Pouting, you pulled on his arm. “I was hoping you’d work on your report here in bed, that way I can cuddle with you and you can keep me warm.”

Poe smiled at you and grabbed his data pad. Once the two of you were situated underneath the thin sheets, he proceeded to get his work done while your head rested on his chest. He noticed that you were trying to stay awake and talk to him, but your eyes kept growing heavier and heavier. “Baby, please sleep. You must be exhausted from having to care for Emmy all by yourself while I was away.”

“I had help from Rose,” you said, yawning.”

“Sweetheart. Sleep. Now--that’s an order,” he teased.

There was no argument from you--you had already fallen asleep.

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At some point in the middle of the night Emmy woke up screaming. It wasn’t her normal cry, it sounded like she was in pain and when you stumbled to her crib you horrified to find her covered in sweat and running a fever. “Poe!” you gasped, carrying the hysterical infant to your bed. “Poe! Something’s wrong! Wake up!”

Poe groggily opened his eyes and blinked the sleep from them when he saw you standing there with Emmy in your arms. “What...what’s going on?”

Emmy continued to scream over your own hysterical cries. “She’s got a fever! And she’s...maker, Poe, she sounds like she’s in pain!”

“Okay, okay, calm down, sweetheart,” Poe said, scrambling out of bed. 

“Calm down!” you shouted at him. “Our baby is sick!”

“And we’ll take her to see the medics.”

“What if something is really wrong?”

Sighing, Poe reached out and took Emmy from you. Wiping the baby’s tears, he rested her against his shoulder and rubbed her back. “Babies get sick. The medics can probably give us something to help with the fever.”

You chewed on your lower lip. Emmy had never been sick and she had been perfectly fine when she had gone to sleep that night. “I just...”

“I know,” Poe said, softly. He gazed at you lovingly. “Let’s go to the med bay. Okay? It’s gonna be fine, sweetheart.”

“Are you talking to me or the baby?” you quip with a sniffle as he leads you down the corridor towards the med bay.

“Both of you, actually. One of us has to be calm.”

“I am calm.”

Poe threw you a look.

You adverted his gaze. “I’m calm now.”

The nurse knew you were coming--the entire base could probably hear Emmy crying. She tried to coax the baby to come to her but Emmy only sobbed louder if it was even hinted at her father having to release her. “Commander,” the nurse finally said, “maybe you can sit on the examine table with her.”

Watching as Poe sat down, you nervously rocked back and forth on your heels. Every time the nurse got close to your daughter, poking and prodding her, you grew even more anxious--especially when Emmy reacted so terrified. Poe did his best to comfort her but she was having none of that. “Is she okay?” you finally sputtered when you could no longer take the nurse’s silence.

“She’s teething.”

“Teething?”

“Yep. Looks like she’s cut two teeth.”

Poe kissed the baby’s tears away. “Aw, my poor princess. Is there anything we can give her?”

The nurse handed him a cold teething ring and then suggested giving the baby some pain reliever to help her with her fever and help her sleep. 

You weren’t convinced it was just teeth coming in. “Are you sure it’s just teeth?”

“It’s just teeth,” the nurse laughed as she coaxed Emmy to swallow the medicine. “Give her that teething ring to chew on when she’s awake. You can keep it in a chiller unit to keep it cold--if you need more just come see us. Doctor Kalonia ordered some on the last supply run in anticipation that this was coming.”

“I told you it was going to be fine,” Poe said, rising off the cot. He thanked the nurse and giving the teething ring for Emmy to chew on, he headed back towards your quarters. 

Emmy wasn’t screaming anymore; that was a positive. It was still obvious that she was in pain and not feeling well. Upon returning to your quarters, Poe offered to lay with her so you could sleep. You wanted to argue but knew that Emmy would want her father right now--so you let him lay down on the small couch with the baby--but you didn’t sleep. 

Poe softly spoke to Emmy while he continued to rub her back, soothingly. Emmy’s screams and cries had turned into small whimpers. “I know it hurts,” Poe whispered, “I promise, baby girl, it won’t hurt forever. Daddy is gonna take care of you, okay? We’re gonna get through this together.”

Shifting in the bed, you called out to him, “Poe, if we’re in this together...come lie in bed with me.”

“She’ll keep you up.”

“She’s keeping me up already.”

Carefully, Poe rose from the sofa and went to lie down with you in the bed. He gently laid Emmy between the two of you. She fussed for a bit and then eagerly chomping on her teething ring, began to fall back to sleep. And while it took Emmy only a few seconds to fall back to sleep once the medicine had kicked in, it too you and Poe much, much longer.

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“Don’t take this the wrong way--but you look terrible.”

“Thanks, Snap.”

Snap quirked an eyebrow. “Rough night?”

Karé nearly choked on her caf. “Rough night? You didn’t hear Emmy screaming last night?” When Snap shook his head, she rolled her eyes. “Maker you’ll sleep through anything.”

He ignored her comments and looked concernedly at Poe. “Is everything alright with Emmy?”

Poe nodded and downed his third cup of caf. “Yeah. She’s teething. Who knew that it was so painful for babies.  I just kinda thought they appeared one day! She’s miserable, Snap and it breaks my heart.”

“Being a father had made him a big ole softy,” Karé teased.

“True. He never cared when I had a toothache,” Snap joked.

“You are not a baby and you’re not my kid,” Poe threw at him. 

“Speaking of the little lady--where is she now?”

“Y/N took her to get more pain reliever.”

Karé’s gaze softened. “Poe, she’ll be okay.”

Poe sighed and ran his hands through his hair. “I know... it just...I felt helpless. I couldn’t take the pain away. All I could do was hold her and rub her back.”

Snap grinned. “Which I’m sure she was fine with. Come on, Poe, you did what you could do. Stop being so hard on yourself.”

“You sound like my wife.”

“Well, we’ve flown with each for a long time now...it was bound to happen.”

“Hey!” Jessika suddenly yelled across the mess hall. “The General wants us!”

Poe, Karé and Snap exchanged glances before scrambling to their feet. If General Organa wanted to see them so soon after returning from a mission something big must have happened.

[gloriafc]

How he acts when you're pregnant:Paul Lahote

He's actually the one who points out something is off about you.

"I can't explain it, something just sounds off." "You want me to go to the doctor because something... sounds off? What drug did you take?" "I'm serious babe." "And I'm serious about the drug."

You reluctantly get in the car as Paul takes you to the free clinic.

Ohhh but neither of you expect what the doctor tells you.

"Nothing's wrong with you. The tests we took show that you're pregnant."

You both sit in silence as the doctor does an ultrasound, playing your baby's heartbeat so you can hear. You can feel Paul gripping your hand as you wrap your head around the fact that you have a human inside of you.

"Alright judging by the size of the fetus you look to be about 8½ weeks along."

The two of you stay silent as you walk back to the car, ultrasound pictures in hand with a list of prenatal vitamins you should start taking. It's not until you're both sitting in the parked car staring at the clinic you just came from, that the news actually hits you.

"Dude I have two hearts!"

Paul stares at you before starting to laugh making you laugh as well. Having kids was something you two talked about when you first got engaged, now you're married. Now neither of you can contain your excitement, but you both know it's bad luck to tell anyone until your second trimester.

"I don't care if Jared's your best friend. It's bad juju, and I will not have it and it's negative energy. You don't see me telling Emily."

Since finding out the off sound he heard was your baby's heartbeat in sync with yours, he stays up listening to it on nights he can't sleep, or when you fall asleep before him.

Since he's the only one of the pack that's so in tune to you, no one notices the extra heartbeat when you're around.

Paul thought you were hot before and after you started dating. Let's be honest you have him in the palm of your hand. But now that you have a bump, his mouth waters just looking at you. He's now wrapped around your little finger. Just wait until this baby gets here.

Your bump is still small enough so no one can see it if you're wearing baggier clothes and since it's always rainy, you use it to your advantage since you two still haven't told anyone.

Of course it gets to the point where you can only wear sweaters for so long. And the bigger your bump gets the more handsy Paul gets. Making it very noticeable to the pack.

Jared actually makes a joke about it one day, not expecting you to confirm it.

"Damn Y/N if I didn't know better, with how much Paul's around you I'd say you're pregnant." "Well..." "Shut the fuck up! Really?!"

Of course everyone is like family so they all want to congratulate you, and to see the bump. It also makes Paul uncomfortable having so many people around you at one time.

"Alright that's enough." "I didn't get my turn!" "And I don't really care."

Emily can't put into words how proud she is. She watched the man grow from a boy with temper issues and someone with out parent figures, to someone starting a family with the one person who loves him as much as he loves her. Everyone can say that Paul would definitely be a good dad. He's a huge family man, even though you technically don't have kids yet, he ended up letting you get a cat after you moved in with him. And the big ol softy said he didn't want one.

Now that everyone knows you go back to wearing your fitted shirts, something Paul didn't know he needed so much in his life.

Everyone knows 2000s r&b is your go to music station for anything that doesn't involve headphones. So when Paul comes home from patrol to you in your zone cleaning while singing and dancing he can't help the smile that quickly spreads as he leans against the doorframe watching you, knowing one day you'll be doing the exact same thing but instead of a baby in your belly, it'll be in your arms.

The one thing you love about having a baby daddy that doesn't wear shirts is you get to steal them all when you start getting too big for your own shirts, saving money on maternity clothes.

What Paul has found out is the bigger you get the more dresses you wear, and he loves seeing you in dresses pregnant or not. He couldn't understand why, since you don't really like wearing dresses until Emily tells him it's because you don't have to wear pants.

One thing he loves is watching the baby move. He'll run his finger along certain spots on your stomach and watch as a tiny hand or foot press back following the path he drew.

The baby seems to calm down when he talks, so he'll just talk about random things until you fall asleep knowing the baby moving too much was the reason you were still up.

He's been to every appointment. He's switched shifts with some of the pack to ensure he would be next to you in the doctors office.

The day he found out you were having a boy, he didn't know what to feel. Everyone bet on you guys having a girl, so he kind of had his hopes set on a girl, but he couldn't be happier either way.

"At least you won't be fighting off boys anytime soon." "If we ever have a daughter and she looks anything like you, I'm training to become an MMA fighter."

I wouldn't say his temper has gotten worse the closer you get to your due date, but your imprint bond has definitely strengthened making him more aggressive to the things you don't like. He has Spidey senses for when you're starting to get uncomfortable, and it's a huge lifesaver for when people want to touch your stomach.

"Is the baby kicking? Can I fee-" "I'd appreciate if you didn't" "I was just going to ask her if I could feel the babys kicks." "And I'd appreciate if you didn't touch my wife or child."

He's learned what your cravings are and that they happen randomly. So he started making trips to the store on his way home from patrol to pick up a certain bag of chips, or keeping a jar of pickles in the car for the rides home from the doctors.

"Mmm you know what sounds good right now?" "There's a new jar of Nutella in the pantry, and your pretzels are on the nightstand." "You didn't even open your eyes." "It's 2:30 in the morning. You've had the same craving every other night since little nugget started kicking."

You end up staying pregnant a couple weeks past your due date, so when you can't sleep Paul will dance with you to soft music in the living room. Even though he doesn't like dancing, he knows how uncomfortable you are carrying his son for forty-two weeks. At this point he's doing everything he can to keep you happy, even though the only thing you want is to get the kid out of you.

Just his luck you went into labor while he was on patrol. You were at Emily's, Paul refusing to leave you alone. It was just you Emily, Kim, Colin, and Brady. The two boys had no idea what was going on when you started groaning in pain. When your water broke they were frantic to get out of the house, being the only way to tell Paul his son was ready was for them to phase. When I say Emily sped her way to the hospital, oh she could've starred in fast and the furious.

You were groaning and covered in sweat by the time the pack arrived. Since you were no where near dilated enough to start pushing the pack was able to come into the room.

Of course what no one knew about being pregnant with a pack member, Emily and Sam still not having any kids. In labor your body heats up matching their temperatures.

After hours of groaning and death staring everyone who asked you a stupid question, the doctor kicks everyone out. Emily and Paul are the ones you keep in the room, they quickly put on the gown and hairnet before holding onto your hands as you push.

Soon you have tears going down your face as your son is put on your chest.

After everyone visits and head home, leaving behind balloons and flowers for you. You lay on your hospital bed next to Paul. No matter how small a bed is, Paul will always sleep next to you. You find it incredibly uncomfortable if Paul isn't next to you when you sleep.

You rest your head on a sleeping Paul's chest, as he holds your sleeping son on his other side. His and your entire world in one place.

[dr-nero-is-god]

1, 9, and 11 for the hive questions!

1- already answered this one here!

9-  which minor character did you want to see more of? which major character do you wish there was less of?

i would have been so down to keep constance & verity around for a few more books. why are they with sebastian trent? do they believe in the cause or are they just getting paid? would they have been anti-overlord? what if they became raven’s friends? what would a girl’s night out with raven, c, and v look like? like COME ON. girls who are also assassins and friends?? the possibilities are endless here, people

on the flip side, i think i would have preferred if tom and penny didn’t just hop in at the end there. i feel like we know as an established fact that we have six characters who matter, and so whatever happened to tom and penny was never going to be permanent... ya know?

11-  talk about your favorite character. what you like about them, their line or scene you like the most, etc. gush about them!

oh lordt

reasons i, mitch, love dr. max nero, and think he is so cool and better than every other person in these books, by just a little bit i guess:

1. tailored outfits every day? big respect

2. the fact that he lives in an extremely high-risk business and yet keeps making best friends who keep his secrets for him and decide to help him out all the time! he would be like, an amazing amish person. he’d get everyone to help him raise barns whenever he wanted

3. “three months” “three months?” “since I felt the sun on my skin” <3

4. the fact that he says that line with such contentedness while also forcing several hundred teenagers to live in the sunless underground of a volcano all the time

5. he can and would kill the person he loves most for the greater good (which, notably, other characters are unable to do, including diabolus darkdoom)

6. he never is forced to apologize for hating cypher, and is the pettiest lil bitch about cypher, and cannot hold a conversation with him for more than 30 seconds at a time without losing his cool. what a dumbass

7. my main man who looks people “straight in the eye” all the time. eye contact is his primary superpower

8. he has always believed in raven. and even when she disappoints him, even when she makes the wrong choices, he has never stopped believing in her

9. refuses to speak to his dad for fifteen years over a blueprint and steals priceless art to piss him off

10. “it was the best of times, it was the worst of times...” 

11. goes shopping for otto and wing to make them look like normal people when infiltrating steve jobs’s business hq and acts as though he and otto look as though they could be related

12. “on your return, we will discuss the wisdom of allowing a student to join you on a mission like this”

13. pays people like ms. gonzales and professor pike and the contessa to work for him, who inevitably make his life HARDER because they keep doing nefarious things!!! but he believes in the liberal arts so he keeps giving them leeway to do stuff!!

14. is not afraid of telling the most powerful people on earth that he thinks they’re dumb and he’s firing them all

15. tried to kill a computer with a fire ax

16. has seen diabolus darkdoom’s penis (evidence: book six. “if you were any less of a man, i’d think you were compensating for something.” conclusion: nero does not think it’s anything to sneeze at, and ALSO diabolus likes big toys. is he deficient in some other way if his manhood is good to go? it’s unclear)

17. does not mind that wing would have to kill him if he were xiu mei’s murderer. very reasonable to get vengeance for your mom, y’know? he gets it

18. “i’m almost ashamed to admit it but i’ve wanted to do this since i was five years old”

19. punches stuff when he’s mad, but only when he’s with friends??? why

20. hugs raven after she kills anastasia because while it’s important to her that she kills the person who ruined her life, it would be incomplete without the support and comfort of the person who helped her learn to reclaim her life and live it again

21. keeps threatening to kill people but never does, cuz he’s an ole softie

22. gets nervous when his daughter, who is, btw, the most feared assassin in the world, the definition of “capable of looking after herself,” doesn’t call him before bedtime to check in

23. the kind of guy who will walk through new york’s sewers or sneak into government bases in colorado springs but then will also have tea with the prime minister 

24. does not like tchaikovsky at four in the morning

25. he thinks otto malpense is funny, which is in good taste

26. for all his reputation as a villain, the thing he’s known for is being a headmaster, and despite the fact that everyone thinks it’s corny and a waste of money (or that’s what they say), nero continually proves that through the power of education, teamwork, and a little well-executed kindness, he can do pretty much whatever he wants because, alone, he is nothing, but with his friends at his side, he is UNSTOPPABLE mwahahahahahahaha

27. “it wasn’t you, natalya. it wasn’t you”

[shcrpajckets-blog]

( yoshi sudarso, cismale, he/him )  i took a trip into town and ran into EDDY SASONGKO at the general store. isn’t that the SHEEP you told me about last week? the one who is TWENTY SEVEN, as well as CARING and BONE-HEADED? well, we didn’t chat for long because they had to get back to their job as A FARMER, so i can’t say for sure, but i think you might be onto something…they even mentioned they want to MAKE THEIR GRANDMA PROUD like you said.

So Eddy can’t take a hint to save his life. Some might think he’s trying to be charming or witty, or that he’s somewhat persistent, but in actuality he’s really really dense. I mean, he thinks cosmology and cosmetology are the same thing - which, cool, power to you dude but... no. His pick-up lines are atrocious, and don’t get him started on his affinity for ducks and salmonberry, but deep down he’s just a softie with a big ol’ heart and a hopeless romantic deep underneath that jocky exterior. He’s a great listener, but don’t come to him if you want advice.

He really tries, though, he really does. But he’s not doing a bit all the time, I swear.

Eddy lives with his mom and grandma on Sasongko Farms, a small farm-ranch out in Cindersap forest on the border of Pelican town, where they raise goats and tend to lots of different crops by the season. While the farm isn’t impressively huge, the Sasongko family has been modestly selling produce and goat milk for as long as they can remember living on the land, barely scraping by every week. With his grandma getting old, it’s mainly been a two person operation maintaining the farm and making sure it all runs smoothly.

By the way, his grandmother only speaks Malay... but she knows the value of a good cob of corn, and generously welcomes most guests to the irritation of her daughter-in-law, Eddy’s mom.

Pro-tip — if you want to find Eddy, check to see if he’s at the farm first and, if he’s not there, stop by the general store or the saloon. If you’ve missed him by that point, he’s likely wandering around the forest or the mountains chasing after small woodland creatures.

For the most part, Eddy hasn’t ever questioned what life could be like outside of Stardew Valley. Pelican is the only thing he’s ever known, even though deep down some day he thinks about maybe it’ll be his time to leave when the time is right. But a part of him feels compelled to stay, especially because his dad left when he was a kid to provide for the family from the city, and his whiz kid bro is off doing big and important things at some kind of college. Was it cosmology or cosmetology he was studying? So with his grandma growing old, his mother nagging him to stay, it seems like staying in Stardew Valley is his destiny, a family mantle he can’t escape.

WC.

The one that has to explain everything to him (friend, foil)

The one he can open up to on a gloomy day (confidant)

The one that makes his heart warm and gooey (crush)

The one who has to put up with his dumb flirty bs (friendzoned)

The one who will take him on adventures (adventure friend)

The one who always crashes the family dinner (family friend)

The one that listens to his bad jokes and has seen him at his worst (best friend)

[screamfairy1996]

Saying Goodbye to My Angel.

Axel woke up from yet another nightmare where Roxas blamed him for his death and screamed that Hikari doesn`t deserve a coward like him as a father. Roxas asked where was he when that monster cut and fucked him so much he bled. Roxas in the dream said he should have left him when he had a chance. Roxas screamed that he hated Axel and that he deserved better than be with a shitty Alpha. Axel rubbed his red eyes and merely huddled under the blankets. Then suddenly, the baby monitor . Axel sighed .Their nine month old daughter is crying again. She must be hungry or needs changing again.

He walked out of his room and walked to Hikari's nursery to hear his little girl crying and wailing in her crib, the nine month old was crying at the top of her lungs and flinging her arms everywhere. Axel walked over bent down picking her up and began rocking her gently. Axel picks up the the formula and placed near her lips. Hikari sucked on the bottle for a minute before pulling back and spitting on Axel`s face. She cried out loudly. Axel sighed in frustration. His face was covered in milk, some even got in his mouth. Axel spits out the bitter taste. Now He knows how Hikari felt when tasting the formula.  He sniffs her for odor. Nothing. He checked her diaper and she was clean. So why was Hikari crying.  “Oh.” Axel thought. She`s sick with a stomach flu and needs the medicine the doctor prescribed him.  Axel carried the screaming baby to the kitchen. He placed her on the rocker while preparing for her medicine.  Hikari calms down while the rocker moves slowly in a rhythm that made the baby stop crying instantly. It took Axel to find the medicine. He picks up Hikari again and placed her on the high chair.  Axel then placed a bib on her, knowing Hikari could vomit anytime. Axel opens the bottle and pours the liquid into the dispenser. Axel then placed the dispenser near the baby`s mouth. Hikari coughs for a bit before swallowing the bitter taste. “Good girl.” Axel cooed. He gets up to cabinet to look for baby food. He finds the Gerber sweet potato and moves to fridge where a warm bottle of milk reside. He prepares the two items and placed them on the table. Axel grabs a spoon and begin to feed Hikari. Hikari absolutely loved sweet potato, so it wasn`t a problem for Axel. Once he`s done feeding his daughter, He gives Hikari the bottle and much to his surprise, She actually takes it from him. Axel smiled sadly. She has no idea, that her mama is gone and he knows she`ll ask questions about him when she gets older. Axel fights off tears as he picks up Hikari and grabs a rag to put it on his shoulder, Axel pats Hikari`s back for a few seconds before she burps and pukes on the rag. Axel then spends the rest of the morning, eating breakfast, changing Hikari`s diaper, and getting ready for the funeral. Axel was dressed in his suit while Hikari was wearing a black dress and shoes. Axel stares at himself in the mirror. Reno should be here by now. A car`s honk confirms it. Axel sighs before grabbing Hikari and her diaper bag and leaving the house. But not before, locking the house.

One hour later.

The church where the funeral was taking place, was rather grim and dark. Rather fitting to this sad day. Axel sat in the couch, watching his friends. Xion and Sora were crying together, holding one and another, while Riku and Kairi watched in sadness. Demyx,  Larxene,Reno,Rude,and even ole Xigbar was here. Three of Roxas`s high school friends were here as well, but of course, his own family didn't`t showed up. They didn`t even called when Roxas went missing or fly over to identify the body. Axel noticed Saix leaning to the door. They haven`t talk much since Axel graduated and moved to Japan with Roxas. They kinda drifted apart by the time Axel got together with Roxas. “What`s he doing here?” Axel thought as he watched Saix talked to Xemnas. “Great, He bought Mansex here, too.” He groaned in his mind. Axel sighed, bouncing Hikari who was chewing her toy.  The parishioner opens the doors and come in. “Casket`s ready for viewer.” Axel`s tears came back and the crowd allows father and daughter to walk toward the casket which laid Roxas. A large portrait of Roxas stood next to the casket.  Axel looked at the open casket. Roxas was dressed in formal wear. His face was still adorned with bruises but he still looked beautiful to Axel. “Angel.” Axel whimpered sadly. He clutched Hikari tighter. He fell on his knees and caressed Roxas`s cold face. “Roxas.... my....angel..... Sometimes I just wish you were here so I could tell you how much I need you and how hard every day has been without you.  It hurts to breathe because every breath I take proves I can't live without you.  As I go on living without you, I go on without a huge piece of myself.  All I know is that I'm lost without you. Counting the seconds until we’re together again, doesn’t heal my loneliness. I miss you so much Angel.  You were the one I loved. I miss you.” Axel broke down crying, holding Hikari. “Hikari missed you so much.  She`s crying for you. Why? Why did you leave her? Hikari loved you.... Hikari needed you.  She was crying all the time and she got so sick. I didn`t know what to do.” Axel cried. Hikari babbled something.  “We missed you already. We love you so much.” Axel gets up and tells Hikari. “Say goodbye to Mommy. Mommy`s with the angels now.” Hikari touched Roxas`s face and cooed. Axel sniffed and choked on his sobs as he sits down with Hikari, sobbing but before giving Roxas a loving kiss on his lips. Axel held Hikari tighter and cried so much tears while his friends went to pay the respect.  A few minutes passed and soon everyone is seated while the priest comes to the microphone and tap the microphone. “Today, We have gathered today for the life of Roxas McCartney. A young life brutally torn apart by depravity, by cowardice, by lack of regard.  This boy has left behind a mate and a child who`s not even a year old.  His mate and the father of their daughter. Axel Flynn is here to give his eulogy along with Roxas`s two childhood friends, Sora and Xion.  The three with Hikari in Axel`s arms come up and to the podium. Axel and Hikari.

Axel took a deep breath. “Thank you all for coming. It`s nice to see familiar faces. Axel looked at Saix. “I first met Roxas back in his final year of middle school. He was so shy and when I first saw him, He was this angel and he was so beautiful.  I walked to him and said. “Name`s Axel. Got it memorized?” Weak chuckles filled the room. “We became best friends and I looked after him and Xion like they`re were my siblings. Eventually, our friendship got stronger over time and I fell in love with him. I confessed after a few months of knowing each other and He returned. Then, after another few months of dating , I was about to graduate early and Roxas was in his freshman year. We got a little too closer and Roxas eventually got pregnant with our princess. He thought I would leave him once I finished school but I never wanted to leave him. And to be honest, I was terrified.  I was turning 17 and was gonna be a dad. But I`d never run out on my Roxy.  Roxas then made the choice to drop out just so he could be a full time mom to our sea salt.  He was a great mom. We made the decision to move to Japan to give our daughter the life she deserves. Not that helped Roxas.” Axel mumbled bitterly.  He kissed the top of Hikari`s head. “We were great parents . We love our baby girl very much. We endured sleepless nights to care of this princess.  When Roxas first went missing,  My heart were torn, I was so scared for my angel. God knows my angel didn`t deserve any bad thing. He was the sweetest and purest boy and my beloved soulmate. Roxas, I`m so sorry, I failed you. I looked everywhere for you and I failed as a protector.  I wish you knew how much it destroyed me when you died and left me and Hikari behind. Yes, I am thinking about you right now and I miss you so much.  Imagining a life without you is something that is impossible, you make me complete and I want you to know you mean everything to me. I hope that one day that I can live happy again with Hikari but right now, I can`t. Do you know something else?  The saddest part in life is saying goodbye to someone you wish to spend your lifetime with. I wanted to ask you to marry me and expand our family but our dreams and hopes have been crushed. It hurts when you have someone in your heart, but you can't have them in your arms. Letting you go wasn't the hardest part. Still loving you afterwards was. I love you, Roxas. My beloved angel.  I just close my eyes because I might see your face. I just close my mouth because I might hear your voice. I just close my ears because I might hear of you, but I could not close my heart because I love you. My Roxy. Me and Hikari love you so much. Axel cried softy as he step down and Xion joins in with tissues in her hand.

“Roxas and I have been friends since we were little. We looked after each other and supported one and another. I was happy for him and Axel. I love their daughter Hikari. Roxas was a good mommy to her. He always put her needs above his own. Roxas was a sweetest and kind boy who always smiles.  Roxas was a great friend. A strong and loving person, real, bold, compassionate ,generous, sweet, gentle and exceedingly affectionate because he cared. A loyal friend and great listener. He`s forgiving and sees the good in everyone. Roxas, I love you like a brother. You`re my big brother. You were a good mother to my niece and she`s is so lucky to have you as her mother.  I`ve had such a good time with Roxas. We defended each other from bullies and I went out of my way to kick some jerk who was making comments about him. Roxas,   Only a true friend would be that truly honest and that`s you. I love you. I miss you.” Xion broke down in sobs and Axel leads her, comforting each other. Sora takes a deep breath and went to the microphone.

“I met Roxas when we were only little kids. I was a brother to him. I did everything I`ve could to get the bullies off his back but they always persist and  One even called me “A Knucklehead McSpazatron.”  Riku and Kairi shakes their heads at Sora`s statement, laughing. “Roxas always forgives his bullies and always stood up for me. He even let me babysit Hikari who adores her Uncle Sora.” Sora fights back sobs. “I miss you so, baby brother and I`ll look after Hikari and Axel for you, I promise and I love you.” Sora got down. He then breaks down crying and Riku and Kairi rushes to comfort him.

After the priest`s speech. The casket was closed, much to Axel`s discomfort.  The priest called for the pallbearers to come and take the casket to the cemetery. Axel was surprised to Saix getting up and assisting. The crowd walked slowly in a gloomy and cloudy day. There were tears, crying,and pure silence. Few of the guests held doves in their hands.  They stopped at he burial site. The coffin was lowered in the hole while Axel cried ,tears to pain. Axel hands Hikari to Xion before collapsing in his knees and went full on sobbing. “Roxas....my....angel.” Axel stuttered in great pain. He hears someone knelt beside him and laid a hand on his back. Axel lifts up to see Saix looking at him with great sympathy and pity. Axel weakly looked at him with a broken look before returning to crying again. The doves were released and flow over the cemetery. In the gravestone, read “Roxas McCartney. Beloved son, friend,brother, and mother. May you always be in our hearts.”  Axel got up after crying his pain out. A hour has passed and the crowd looked the coffin with great sadness. Saix kept a eye on Axel. He noticed someone and growls with anger. “What are you doing here?” He demanded.

Chase comes in, hands in his pocket. “Just heard happened to Roxas. Such a shame.” Chase sighed. Axel didn`t even notice Chase. He was staring off into space.

“Explain yourself.” Saix demanded, baring his teeth.

Reno jumps in, glaring at Chase. “This asshole is on a trip. I told him to stay the hell away from Axel or else, there will be hell to pay.”

“You`re a piece of work, you know that, Chase? Showing up on the worst time.” Rude said.

“So this is the dude that gave Roxas and Xion a hard time during high school?” Xigbar asked.

“Yeah, A perverted scumbag who invades girls’ privacy. He tried to sneak in the girls` locker room many times.” Kairi said.

“Thinks Omegas are lesser beings.” Riku seethed.

“Peeked at me, undressing and tried to feel me under my skirt.” Xion shuddered.

“Spread rumors about Roxas sleeping with other guys behind Axel`s back and told everyone he`s the school`s whore and slut shamed him on the internet.” Sora spats out. “He`s the reason, Roxas and Xion are being called sluts at school. He`s the reason, that Roxas dropped out of school, when he got pregnant because Chase was getting too violent.” Sora added.

“Why are you even here?” Saix demanded at Chase who shrugged.

“I heard Axel made a mistake of leaving poor Roxas all alone with no backup.” Chase said.

“Chase, don`t do this.” Sora pleaded.

“He left him all alone while him and the bastard kid of theirs went for a nice walk while Roxas was being kidnapped. Who knows. Maybe He left to strip naked for money.’” Chase laughed,

“It`s not funny,” Xion scolded.

“Axel, are you sure, she`s yours. Roxas could have slept with anyone before you.”

Axel growls. “You watch your mouth.’‘

“That little breeder whore probably went to you after the deadbeat father ran out on him. Are you even sure, she`s yours? Axel was probably not the first guy, he screwed. That little bastard-” Chase was cut off by Axel running to him and punching him so hard . Saix didn`t even try to stop Axel.

“DON`T YOU EVER TALK ABOUT MY DAUGHTER, LIKE THAT AGAIN!!!” Axel yelled.

‘‘Hey, Saix, tell that bitch to cool his jets.” Chase said, holding his bruised jaw.

Saix could`t take Chase`s degrading bullshit anymore and went to him. “ You're a fucking lying son of a bitch, Chase, all right? And I fucking hope you go to hell.” Saix glared.

“Don`t make this worse, Saix.” Xion pleaded.

Shut the fuck up, Xion, you fucking stupid slutty skunk cunt!” Chase taunted.

“Get out of here, Chase, you`re out of control.” Sora butts.

Chase turns around to face Sora. SHUT THE FUCK UP, SORA!!! You whore! Fucking skinny, dick-sucking omega whore!!!!  You`re annoying, you know that? I really do. Because all you do is fucking prance around school with that hot chick Kairi and bragged about that useless ruffian. I`LL TELL YOU, WHAT!!!! All you`ve done is be super annoying to everyone and always follow Riku around like a fucking dog!! Riku doesn`t want to be with a slut like you. Sora turns his head down. “YEAH!!!’’ Chase finished.

The crowd stood there in silence.

Chase looked at Axel who was glaring at him with such hate. “You know, speaking of rumors. I heard this red trash no good Alpha dick Axel falsely accuse two dumb asses Drew Rodgers and Floyd Wilson and kicked their asses. Then the wimpy little slut Roxas then bitched at him. You think Axel is a good mate?” Chase sneered. The crowd glared at Chase’s obnoxious behavior. Chase then continues. “Then, That day, He got poor little Roxas brutally killed by letting that man sneak into his house.” Chase’s voice gets louder. “Axel got his mate killed. He killed Roxas.”

“Shut up, Chase.” Demyx muttered

“He got Roxas killed. He killed Roxas.” Chase continues.

“Chase, Shut up.” Demyx repeated

“Axel got Roxas killed. He killed Roxas.” Chase repeats

“Come on,  Chase. Shut up!!” Reno yelled.

“AXEL GOT ROXAS KILLED. HE KILLED ROXAS!!!!” Chase starts yelling.

“Stop it, Chase!!” Xion cried.

Chase just repeated which made Axel angrier and heavy breathed.

“You can`t talk about people like that, Chase,” Sora scolded.

Chase just saying it.

SHUT THE FUCK UP, CHASE, SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!” Saix exploded, slamming his fist into the wall.

Axel advances on Chase and started to beat the fucker up. Axel kept punching Chase out of anger. Soon, Saix, Riku. Reno, Rude, and Demyx went over to pull the angry Alpha off the scumbag. “SHUT UP!! SHUT UP!! SHUT UP!!!! YOU DON`T KNOW WHAT HAPPENED!!!!” Axel screamed in rage. “ YOU DON`T KNOW ANYTHING!!!! YOU DON`T CARE...’’ Axel stopped and panted heavily.

Security comes in after hearing the commotion. Riku explains the situation to them from which the guards take Chase away.  Xion went to tend to Axel while the crowd tries to settle the tensions. Soon they proceed to watch the hole while the song in the radio held by Demyx, starts.

I always needed time on my own I never thought I'd Need you there when I cry And the days feel like years when I'm alone And the bed where you lie Is made up on your side When you walk away I count the steps that you take Do you see how much I need you right now? When you're gone The pieces of my heart are missin' you When you're gone The face I came to know is missin', too When you're gone The words I need to hear To always get me through the day And make it okay I miss you I've never felt this way before Everything that I do Reminds me of you And the clothes you left, they lie on the floor And they smell just like you I love the things that you do When you walk away I count the steps that you take Do you see how much I need you right now? When you're gone The pieces of my heart are missin' you When you're gone The face I came to know is missin', too When you're gone The words I need to hear To always get me through the day And make it okay I miss you We were made for each other Out here forever I know we were Yeah, yeah And all I ever wanted was for you to know Everything I do, I give my heart and soul I can hardly breathe; I need to feel you here with me Yeah When you're gone The pieces of my heart are missin' you When you're gone The face I came to know is missin', too When you're gone The words I need to hear Will always get me through the day And make it okay I miss you

“I miss you so much.” Axel whimpered,watching the hole being covered by dirt. Soon, the crowd leaves, expressing their sympathies and condolences to Axel and Hikari. Ezra once texted Axel that while he is unable to join them. Him and his family express their deepest apologies and wishes him and Hikari the best of luck. Soon Xion and Sora stayed behind to stare at the gravestone with Axel.

One Month Later.

Axel sat on the couch with Hikari in his lap in his new home. He didn`t want to leave the old one but it hold too many memories, not to mention, that place is where Roxas was kidnapped. His friends pleaded him to start fresh but Axel soon cut off contact again. None of them ever really understood on what`s he been through. Axel`s entire well being was extremely pale and ghost like. Axel sniffs and picks up a picture frame of Roxas from the glass table. He stares at it. Hikari who just learned to walk on her own, noticed the picture. “Mama?” She babbled. Axel`s breath hitches upon hearing Hikari hearing her first word. ‘What?” Axel asked his daughter., The baby babbled once again, “Mama?” Axel gritted his teeth. He can`t do this anymore. All this pain and agony. It`s too much for him to bear. Maybe Hikari`s better off without him. He can`t get her to stop crying. She`s been fussy and won`t take formula. Axel lost count on how many days he missed sleep. His eyes were bloodshot red. Axel gets up and rocks Hikari to sleep as he walked back to her room. He places Hikari in her crib,tucks her in, and gives her a kiss goodnight on her forehead. He walks to the bathroom, he sat on the floor. Axel finally cracked. Just lying on the floor, crying and wishing that Roxas would came back. He hugged Roxas`s old shirts in fear for living all his life without Roxas. His only love. Then a thought came. He wouldn`t have to go through this. He`d never suffer again. Hikari won`t have to put up with a coward like him.  He could be with his angel again.  Axel got up to punch the mirror to which it shatters. He grabs a pill bottle for antidepressants and gets five pills. Axel picks up a broken shard. Axel then sits on the bathtub.  He swallows the five pills. Axel then placed the shard near his left wrist,  He dragged the shard quickly across his wrist and arm leaving a deep, crimson line in his skin. Axel didn't even flinch as the blood began to stream out of the cut, dripping down his hand. He did the same process to his arm. Soon the bathtub was covered with blood, but Axel was smiling. He was gonna see Roxas again. “I`ll see you, soon. My Love.” Axel thought before he drifted into the tub.......

Saix walks toward the dark street all alone. Axel hasn`t been responding to anyone`s calls. He hadn`t seen him since the funeral. He soon finds the place and uses the spare key, Reno handed him in hopes He can get to Axel. “Axel?” He called. He looked around the dark room, hoping to find him. He goes upstairs. “Axel!” Saix called through the hallway. Nothing. He sees a light in the room. He opens the door sightly to see Hikari sleeping in her crib.  Saix then noticed the bathroom door open ajar and He went to check on it.  For a moment Saix froze up, eyes wide and in horror as He sees Axel lying on his tub and in his hands was a small, bloodstained broken shard. He runs to his friend, checking for a pulse. It was weak but normal. Saix noticed a pill bottle lying on the floor. “Axel, what have you done?” Saix thought as he grabbed towels to apply pressure to Axel`s wounds and called 911. Axel was getting pale. He opens his eyes to see Saix through his blurry vision. “Since when did he care?” Axel thought as he drifted into sleep.....

Axel later woke up in a hospital.  

[amazingmsme]

You’ve seen Umbrella Academy right? Got any headcanons for the siblings? :D

YES I DO! I LOVE THEM ALL SO MUCH! I'll do headcanons in order of their numbers. Putting it under the cut cause I got carried away & they got longer than expected 

Luther-my big boy-he's always really serious & so the others will try to do everything they can to make him laugh-like it's a game they play & whoever makes him laugh wins-one time Klaus won just by screaming "LOOK WHAT I CAN DO!" & just fucking decked Diego right in the face. Luther couldn't stop laughing for 5 minutes straight-when they would get too loud & their dad was gonna get onto them, he always tried to take the fall-he's a big ol softie-totally cries like a baby when any animal in a movie dies-his favorite food is lasagna. He'll eat the whole pan by himself if no one's watching him, so Grace usually had to make two just in case-his laugh is really loud & booming. Allison likes to tease him that it shakes the whole room-being the "oldest" he likes to pick on all the rest of them, even now when they're all adults -he's the biggest tickle monster ever omg he'll just scoop up anyone that's near & doesn't let them go until he feels like they've had enough-he's ticklish too tho, & if you think his siblings don't take advantage of that you're dead wrong-his underarms are definitely his worst. Whenever he holds something above one of their heads they just dig their fingers in under his arm & it comes crashing down

Diego-the angstiest lad-he would always wrestle with Luther when they were kids & pouted when Luther won-if he gets over excited or emotional his stutter will come back for a few seconds-he played the knife game a lot & one time accidentally stabbed his hand. Five & Klaus laughed their asses off as he cried & Grace had to doctor his hand-he always acts super tough & broody all the time but actually is a pretty sweet dork-he isn't the biggest fan of his laugh so he has a fake chuckle he uses instead. His family are all like "wtf that's not how you sound"-you ever heard Tom Hardy laugh? That's what he sounds like-it's really high pitched & bubbly -it embarrasses him so it takes effort to get him laughing like that, but if they ever want to hear it they just have to squeeze his knee & he falls back in loud laughter-he tries to act like he's not ticklish & will hold out for as long as he can before he gives up-his hips and thighs are the worst & he gets so desperate it's adorable-like he'll be a begging pleading mess after only a few seconds-no lie he pulled a knife on Five when he snuck up on him & squeezed his hips-he gets embarrassed about how ticklish he is & if anyone teases him about it he blushes SO hard

Allison-my cool daughter-she's literally so caring but doesn't always know how best to show it-the Mom Friend-after mending her relationship with Vanya they have sleepovers like once a month-if any of the siblings are sick she makes a big pot of soup-would kill for Claire if need be-the master of hide & seek cause she's played it so much with her daughter-a very teasy ler-she'll wiggle her fingers at you to let you know what's coming before chasing you-100% calls herself the tickle monster-has the sweetest laugh ever-her neck & knees are her sweet spots but her stomach is a close second-will literally screech if you scratch behind her ears

Klaus-the very definition of disaster gay(pan)-either looks like a trash ass hobo or an utter king, there's no in between-after he gets sober he practices his abilities practically day & night with Ben so he can summon Dave-once he finally does they hold each other for so long & Klaus cries for 15 minutes straight before he's able to speak coherently -Dave stays pretty consistently after that, tho not as much as Ben-the fact that no one ever takes him seriously actually hurts his feelings a good bit but he's Klaus so he can't let them know it affects him-pretty secretive about his power cause he doesn't like talking about it-tried his best to keep his ptsd a secret from the others but Diego picked right up on the signs & once things calmed down after the apocalypse he told the rest of the family-after getting better with his ability he summoned Ben so that the others could see him. He was the only one not to cry cause he's used to seeing him constantly(but he did tear up from seeing everyone so emotional)-says the most random things whether he's high or not-once ate a tube of toothpaste because he refused to go to the store & buy groceries -a very bouncy & giggly boy-just has so much pent up energy-everyone always gangs up on him cause he says something annoying or just cause-low key does things to provoke his siblings-if you get his ribs or underarms, congrats you've killed him-his feet are pretty bad as well-but his hips are def the worst. & since he's so skinny all you have to do is drill your thumbs into the bone to drive him up the wall insane-now that Ben can actually touch him without phasing through him he totally tickles him all the time-Klaus honestly likes being tickled cause he thinks it's fun & it helps him relax-but you better watch out, cause as he likes to say, karma is one hell of a bitch-he's super teasy, but in like a casual way? Like he can destroy someone while also having a completely normal conversation. He'll even sh them if they're laughing too loud!-loves to act oblivious while tickling you. He'll be all "why are you laughing, I'm not that funny! Oh I'm sorry, does that tickle? I didn't even notice"

Five-he's a very feisty boi-ultimate sass master -literally has a comeback for everything-he's really touch starved after spending so much time alone in the apocalypse -time traveling fucked with his brain so he mutters incoherently to himself a lot-hates that he appears younger than his siblings because he's older & wiser damnit!-uses his young appearance to his advantage tho, so it has its ups & downs-ever since his rediscovery of puppy dog eyes he can get almost whatever he wants-he can hide anywhere cause of his small size, so good luck trying to find him-misses Delores with all his heart. With his messed up mind he saw her as an actual person & losing her hurt him -he uses his ability to trap & corner his siblings so that he can attack them-like Diego or someone will tease him & try to sprint away only for Five to pop up in the doorway leaning casually like "oh I'm sorry, did you think I'd let you get away with that?" before he tickles him-he will show absolutely No Mercy, once he gets a hold of you, he won't let go until he feels like it-also uses his ability to dodge out of family tickle fights cause he knows they'll get him if he doesn't -like Klaus, he's also ganged up on, & it's even easier since he's tiny compared to the rest of them-his laugh is a really loud cackle & his eyes & nose scrunch up a lot, it's adorable-he swears like a sailor when tickled & thrashes around, but nothing really helps-he claims he's "too old for this shit" but Luther's like "you're never too old for this" before straight up murdering him

Ben-my dead son-it's hard for him to see all of his family but being unable to interact with them-he just wishes he can hug them & talk to them one more time-when Klaus finally made it happen, he was so overjoyed it was the sweetest thing ever-sick & tired of all the hentai jokes unless he's the one making them-used to be embarrassed about his power but now realizes how cool he is-was already bffs with Klaus when he was alive but they've gotten closer now that he died-pretty easy going & wants to have fun-helped keep everyone together & kept them from tearing each other's throats out, so once he hit the dust the family just kinda drifted apart-the fact that he has powers helps him stay around even when Klaus is high. Plus he's just stubborn & doesn't want to leave -gets kinda sad when he sees the other kids messing around & targeting each other cause he can only watch-his worst spots are his back, stomach & hips & he basically will go limp if you tickle him, he just gives up-has really breathy laughter-will tear up 5 seconds after laughing my precious boy-after he gets the hang of his powers, Klaus surprised him out of nowhere & attacked him for no reason-he claimed he was making up for lost time but Ben said he was just being mean-he'd be lying tho if he said he didn't enjoy every second of it

Vanya-my sweet baby dear, poor child-she's only just now learning to love herself-has major trust issues, & the shit with Harold did NOTHING to help-cried for like a week after the apocalypse cause she just feels so guilty & sorry-mended her relationship with Allison & loves her sister so much-almost cried when Claire called her Aunt Vanya-very claustrophobic-as much as she loves classical music, she also really loves classic & alternative rock-Diego literally had to beg her to play The Devil Went Down to Georgia but he managed to convince her & everyone was #shook-gets really embarrassed when anyone compliments her about anything & tries to deny it-apologizes over the smallest things. Allison told her she doesn't have to & she's trying to break the habit-really enjoys practicing with her power now that she knows she has it. She's gotten a lot better at controlling it-still pretty scared of Luther. He's apologized for everything & she forgave him but she can't help but flinch if he moves too quickly towards her, & it kinda breaks his heart -even more touch starved than Five cause while he had a childhood with the others, she was isolated & alone & had very little contact. It wasn't until after the apocalypse that she experienced a true genuine hug-always got sad when the others would play around & laugh & have fun cause it was one more thing she wasn't included in, so she's used to just hiding away by herself to practice -was barely ever the target during a tickle fight so she barely even remembers what it feels like-she honestly thinks she's grown out of it(spoiler alert: she hasn't)-a tickle fight breaks out while she's reading in the living room & out of habit she tries to go to her room cause she's used to disappearing without being noticed but Five teleports in front of her & is like um where the hell do you think you're going?-so she's like "to go read?" & by this point they have Allison & Diego's attention & Five's all "so you think you can just slink away scot free?" She tells him she's not ticklish & he belts out a laugh "I seem to remember otherwise" "well you're also like 60 so..." & that's how they found out she's still extremely ticklish-they never let her live it down-I mean they gotta make her feel included right? So it would be rude not to-her ears/neck, sides, & feet are death spots, she can't handle it-not much of a ler, but when she is she uses her skilled musician's hands to utterly wreck you, but overall she's pretty gentle-when she hears laughter her powers kinda go nuts(it's just a genuinely pure sound so she tends to really focus on it)& if it's her own laughter then it's even harder for her to control her abilities cause that fact makes her embarrassed & jittery so it takes her a while to calm down

Sorry this took so long, I've been pretty busy! But I had such a blast writing these so if you'd like to hear more or just want to talk about UA hit me up cause I'm always down to screech about my children(you can probably tell who my favorites are based off the length of each of their headcanons)

[iamvegorott]

A Small Glitch Chapter 2

She Needs Us

Anti sat at Dark’s desk, a laptop opened in the center and pieces of paper covering the rest. He was scribbling something down as he listened to the audio playing.

“The child is to go to the next of kin.” A deep voice said before there was a pounding sound.

“Next of kin, next of kin,” Anti muttered as he shifted through his pages.

“Mommy!” Anti froze when he heard Annalise crying. He didn’t have to see to know that she was being dragged away again. That poor girl.

“Anti?” Dark said as he peered through the cracked door, seeing his partner staring longingly at the laptop. “Anti?” He repeated when Anti began typing away, fingers gliding across the keys with ease. Dark stepped into his office, setting a plate of pasta on the desk. “You haven’t eaten today.” He was ignored as Anti continued typing. Dark signed before stabbing a couple of noodles on to a fork. He held the fork in front of Anti’s face and the glitch ate from it without a second thought. It wasn’t until a couple chews did he realize what just happened.

“Oh, hey Dark.” Anti greeted, mouth still full.

“Swallow first.” Dark sighed, resting one of his hands on the desk and the other on the back of the chair, leaning to see what Anti was doing.

“You love it when I swallow, don’t you?” Anti teased after doing so.

“I’ll be sure to remind you of that later,” Dark whispered, grinning when Anti shivered a little. “Now, what is my little virus up to?” Anti rolled his eyes at the nickname, it was the only one Dark used and it wasn’t that creative.

“This is Judy Hopkins…”

“It worked!” Anti clapped his hands when he heard a voice speaking. “Of course, it worked, I’m a hacking genius.” He added with a smirk to Dark.

“Why-”

“Shush.” Anti put a hand on Dark’s face, knowing that glare he was getting would lead to something later as well.

“So, my good-for-nothing daughter finally gave up on that brat? Took her ass long enough.” The woman who Anti knew was Annalise’s grandmother, Elizabeth Barbetti, scoffed. “And, no. I’m not taking her in. I’ve dealt with enough unappreciative asses in my life.” Dark could see how tense Anti was getting as the woman spoke. He took the hand that was still on him and held it, rubbing soothing circles with his thumb on the top of it.

“Do you know of any other-”

“Nope. No one wants her. Just shove her into an orphanage or something. Goodbye.”

“But Ma’am…” Judy stopped when the dial tone went off. “What a bitch.”

“Fucking whore,” Anto growled.

“Why are you looking into Annalise?” Dark asked when he started reading the papers on his desk.

“I don’t know. I just want to make sure that she’s going to be okay.” Anti admitted.

“The police-”

“The police are a bunch of dumb-fucks that don’t care about a little girl!” Anti snapped.

“Do you honestly mean that?” Dark started to collect the papers.

“No...I…” Anti rubbed his face. “I don’t know why, but I have this desire to take care of Annalise, something is clawing at me and begging me to make sure everything is fine, that she’s happy and healthy.”

“You’re allowing your emotions to become unstable. Perhaps it’s time for a recharge? You haven’t done so in a while.” Dark stated.

“I did it last night,” Anti said, making Dark pause for a moment before he continued.

“Maybe you need more time.”

“There’s nothing wrong with emotions, Dark. I have them, you have them, no matter what you keep telling yourself and other, you do have emotions. You wouldn’t be with me if you didn’t. You wouldn’t make sure that I’ve eaten or charged if you didn’t care for me. Worry is an emotion. And you have a shit ton more than just that.”

“I hate it when you lecture me.” Dark sighed, finishing up his organizing.

“Now you know how I feel when you do it.” Anti’s ear twitched when he heard Annalise’s name being spoken.

“There are no available foster homes? How is that possible!?” Judy snapped.

“I’ve been calling and calling, Judy. But so far no one’s been wanting to take in a three-year-old girl at the moment.” A male voice stated.

“What are you doing?” Dark asked when Anti started to type in a number on his phone. Anti answered Dark with a raised finger and there was a ringing sound coming from the laptop.

“Yes, this is Triston Frost. A friend of mine was telling me about your problem with a little girl named Annalise. We’re willing to take her in.” Anti said into the phone.

“I’m sorry sir but…” Anti held the phone towards Dark while the man responded. He waved his hands and pouted his lip while he and Dark had a silent argument. Dark caved in and took the phone.

“Hello, this is Isaac Powell,” Dark said into the phone and walked out of the room, it being a habit for him to be alone during a formal call. Anti swung his legs while he waited for Dark to return. He was tempted to hack into the man’s phone as well to listen in, but he was a fan of surprises.

“How’d it go?” Anti asked with a sweet smile when Dark came back in.

“We will be able to be temporary foster parents until a fitting home is found,” Dark stated, putting the phone down. “We are not adopting her.” He added.

“Why not?” Anti protested. “She needs us.”

“I am a demon and you’re a virus, we can not raise a child.” Dark put his hand on the laptop and shut it.

“But-”

“You can play with her for a few weeks, get this want of a child out of you so we can move on.” Dark placed the papers on the laptop. “We do not have time for that. We rarely see each other as it is.”

“And whose fault is that!?” Anti snapped, standing. “You’re the one who’s always out, having his fucking meetings every fucking day and I’m home alone most of the time.” Anti took his laptop and paper and stormed towards the door. “If I didn’t suck your dick every night, I wouldn’t know that we were a couple!” He added before slamming the door. Dark sighed before leaving his office as well.

“Anti-”

“Do you not love me anymore!?” Anti cried, throwing his belongings down onto the couch. “Or did you ever love me in the first place!? Am I just a body for you to fuck!? I-” Anti stopped when Dark wrapped his arms around him and pulled him into a tight embrace.

“You know that answer to all of those questions,” Dark stated. “It kills me everytime I’m away from home for so long. I try to leave, but I have to wait till the others are done and none of them have someone to go home to. The number of times I just wanted to vanish and be with you is too many to count. I do care about you, Anti. I have for a long time. I just don’t want you to make any life-changing decisions because of something I’m trying my best to change and now I have a mountain of paperwork to forge, create and get signed because of you.”

“I hate it when you get all soft on me,” Anti said with a smile.

“Now you know how I feel when you do it to me.” Dark chuckled.  

“Softie.” Anti sang.

“Don’t push it,” Dark warned.

“Big ol’ softy.” Anti hopped away, a large smile on his face.

“You’re pushing it,” Dark smirked.

“You’re a squishy little love-bug.” Anti started laughing when he took off and Dark went after him. He jumped on top of the couch and started bouncing, laughing, even more, when Dark grabbed his legs and threw him over his shoulder.

“This ���squishy little love-bug’ is going to have to teach you a lesson.” Dark chuckled.

“Oh no, whatever shall I do.” Anti dramatically said before leaning down and patting at Dark’s rear.

“Hey, now.” Dark swung Anti forward, catching him in his arms and feeling the virus’ legs wrap around his waist. “What do you think you’re doing?”

“Being a bad boy,” Anti answered, resting his elbows on Dark’s shoulders.

“Do you know what happens to bad boys?” Dark continued walking as they spoke.

“I look forward to it.” Anti grabbed Dark’s face and kissed him. Dark carried Anti into their bedroom, laughing after dropping him on their bed and jumping on him. The paperwork could wait.

[pacman-tattoo]

pokemon hcs [bmc]

just general teams + other things for like... all the characters.

also none of these are fukn balanced or anything i just went with what i think the characters would use

alsoeveryonelivesinalolawhoops

no warnings. just nice pokemon stuff. happy things <3

jeremy heere - jeremy was born in kanto and raised there for most of his life - eventually moved to alola with his dad and lives on melemele island!  his mother is from sinnoh (and lives there now) and his father from kanto.. he’s visited kanto a couple times with his family before his mom left, and plans to just travel the different regions one day! jeremy is the kind of person to have a full team on him at almost all times imo!

his team consists of:

a shiny toucannon! he came across her one day and managed to catch her (as a pikipek) and still cries over the fact he found her tbh. her name is leia and she will fucking fight anyone who messes with jeremy (or any of jeremy’s friends, tbh.) ((michael cries over her. everyone cries over her. the shiny bi birb......... bless..... RICH CRIES OVER HER A LOT BC!!! IT’S THE BIRB!!!!!))

natasha is jeremy’s vulpix! she is a cutie that was given to him by his dad, and she’s not an alolan vulpix (which, jeremy is completely fine with tbh, because natasha is pretty fucking rad). jeremy’s actually grown up with her so they’re pretty close.

ganon is a gengar that will fuck u up. he’s kind of an ass sometimes, but he’s apart of the team nonetheless! jer caught him after he was dared to go into the thrifty megamart (while acerola was off taking care of official business, which is... a no-no, jeremy you fuck).

galileo is an eevee jeremy has yet to evolve - mainly out of uncertainty. he’ll probably end up as a jolteon tho! jeremy caught him since the boy loves eevees. michael was probably like “so what are you gonna evolve him into” and jeremy was like “.... fuck, idk.” he’s a pretty rad eevee, tbh - but he’s a lil smaller than most. he doesn’t let that get him down - fuck you if you judge him on his size, tbh.

kalel is a tirtouga that jeremy revived! he’s a pretty rad dude who acts a lot older than he is. pretty gnarly. michael likes him. they share weird outdated lingo lmao

peggy is an ariados that’s super sweet. gentle spider baby. she’s pretty optimistic tbh!!! jeremy loves his spider baby. he raised her from when she was just a baby spinarak. his daughter. i love her.

michael mell - born and raised in alola on ula’ula island! he’s pretty content to staying in alola, but would 100% travel other regions with jeremy because honestly - that sounds super fucking cool. keeps 3-4 pokemon with him at all times. super guilty about catching pokemon and sending them back to his parents - but they don’t mind! his dad loves pokemon a lot and both of his parents research them!!!

his team consists of:

daxter the decidueye! michael’s parents managed to get daxter (as a rowlet) for him for his birthday and the two are super close! sometimes closer than michael and jer are lmao. he’s a pretty damn cool bird. fuck u jeremy and ur SHINY bird.

link the raichu (alola ver.)! A RAD BOY, MICHAEL LOVES HIM A LOT AND WILL FUCKN SQUARE UP IF U INSULT LINK HE IS THE BEST FUKN RAICHU FUCK U

clyde the psyduck!!!! a good boy!!! THE BEST BOY!!!! everyone on michael’s team is the best. michael loves his team. clyde is a giant baby who michael likes to carry around tbh.

samus the flareon!!!!!! the only gal who will fuck u up if u underestimate her. michael treasures her. she is a good bab. 10/10. likes to curl up on michael while he sleeps.

christine canigula - also born and raised in alola on akala island, but lived in hoenn for a couple of years before moving back! she loves her team and would fight u. a complete angel tbh, names all her pokemon after theatre characters (same tbh). her father travels a ton and she meets up w him sometimes while she travels!!! it’s fun times

her team consists of:

cassie the oricorio! too good for the chorus. christine loves her a ton!!! she is a good bird. very dance and gets along with christine rly rly well!!!! (most often seen as in pom-pom style)

eliza the lilligant! she is good and an angel. i love her. extrmely sweet tbh. the most liked member of the team tbh. (these descriptions get shorter with every character whoops)

macbeth is christine’s machoke! he’s ready 2 tussle if u hurt christine + he’s super gr8 at moving set pieces if necessary! once picked up jeremy and scared the fuck out of him.

puck is a togedemaru! he’s super cute and ready to destroy. probably the strongest of the team tbh. probably fucked up Many ppl. he’s super sweet though??? just don’t anger him lmao. he chills in the light/sound booth during shows. he doesn’t even do anything he just chills there.

rich goranski - from sinnoh my sweet dudes! most of his pokemon are actually like.... sinnoh-native. lives in alola with his older brother now but still visits sinnoh every year. tends to travel rather than just staying in one place. has broken his pokedex multiple times on accident. his bro is pretty laid-back tbh but probably works for aether since they pay is... good and he was support rich that way. has burn scars from a bad run-in w a pokemon :/

his team consists of:

buzz is his electabuzz! a good baby, buzz is a big ole softy who cares deeply for his trainer. a tough dude, ready to tussle if someone tries to hurt rich though.

ryder is his mudsdale! a tough, cold dude who doesn’t rly give two shits abt 99% of things. prefers naps tbh. a bit stubborn sometimes too tbh. actually rly loves brooke??? no one knows why.

onyx is his salazzle. a sharp-witted girl who would fuckin stab a bitch for rich. very protective of him. she loves her short trainer. often picks fights with daxter whenever rich and michael are together, but more in the older sister way tbh.

jake dillinger - born and raised in kalos, jake made it his personal goal to travel to every region and beat the leagues. his parents have been sort of absent from his life so he’s extremely independent and tends to mother his team, honestly. he regularly talks with sycamore (and thanks him for giving him the opportunity to travel)! strong boy. loves his team. only carries three pokemon bc he’s always ready to add to his team.

chester the chesnaught! wasn’t named by jake. a timid boy who’s a little bigger than most chesnaughts, ending up around 5′8″ rather than the usual 5′3″. forgets he’s a big boy. has always referred to jake as his papa ever since he was a chespin and he hasn’t stopped lmao. what a cutie

stephanie is his mienshao! a tall babe who is ready 2 tussle. loves jake? he is a good trainer. often spars with chester to keep her skills sharp. i love her?

beans is his reuniclus and he is a smart cookie. awkwardly smaller than most pokemon tbh? he doesn’t care. he’s happy and loves himself and his teammates. often naps but is a strong baby.

chloe valentine - born in kalos, raised in alola on akala island. met brooke there too!!! didn’t grow up expecting to be that interested in battling but something seemed to spark and she’s honestly one of the strongest trainers in alola. honestly, i could see her as an island kahuna??? ready to fight anyone threatening her island. 

buster the machamp. protective of everyone tbh, not just chloe. a jolly boy who loves to eat, and often jokes around with the rest of the team and with chloe’s friend’s teams.

marshmallow the bewear. honestly a terrifying bear who knows her strength. very patient with everyone, except buster when he tells shitty jokes. often the scariest part of chloe’s team.

kate the lucario. the real threat. chloe fucking trains with her in order to keep in shape. often responsible for knocking teams out, kate is the powerhouse of the team. marshmallow may strike fear, but kate’s the one trainers should lookout for.

brooke lohst - born and raised on akala island with christine! brooke has always had an interest in taking care of pokemon and aspires to be a nurse someday tbh!!! not interested in battling tbh, but is super supportive of her friends! only keeps two pokemon with her at all times tbh. they’re good friends.

winona the chansey is brooke’s main partner tbh. she plans on staying by brooke’s side when she goes into school and helping her when she eventually becomes a nurse! good friends with rich’s mudsdale tbh. winona is very bold and very strong and i love her 

terra the espeon. given to by jeremy! terra is a sweetheart who also helps brooke as much as she can, and can help calm trainers if needed. whoops i love her?

jenna rolan - also born and raised in alola on melemele island. jenna is insanely smart??? honestly she’s gonna be a professor one day. she studies under professor kukui rn! more intereted in research than battling tbh. loves her team i s2g she would fight anyone for insulting them.

frost is her ninetails (alola ver)! jeremy loves her? especially bc he was raised in kanto and woah jenna u have a ninetails wtf!!! but she’s an ice type!!! thats so cool.... but anyway, frost is a diva i s2g, she likes attention (and likes jeremy because he gives her attention).

andy is her dragonite!!! he’s a good friend, a good chubby soft boy. andy is basically a giant teddy bear who just wants to cuddle tbh. often found napping??? what a sleepy boy

i love pokemon?

[jordanwinchesterimagines]

Ten Years In Waiting Epilogue Part Two

AN: Well guys, it’s been a wild ride, but it has come to an end. This is the last installment of Ten Years In Waiting. It has been one of my favorite things to write since I started this blog, and I’m pleased with how everything turned out. I want to thank @dean-the-smol-bean for reading over parts and giving me feedback as I wrote the last two parts. You have been a gift! Thank you to all of you that reblogged, and liked this story. It means the whole world. If you have not had a chance to read the previous parts, I will link them below. Love you all, as always. 

Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five, Part Six, Part Seven, Epilogue Part 1 

You took a nervous breath, pinning the last piece of your curled hair in place. You looked at yourself in the mirror, checking for any imperfections in your makeup and hair before inspecting your dress. Normally you would not have even tried it on, but your sister and Emily had begged and begged when you were shopping. The second you had zipped it up you knew that you wanted to walk down the aisle in this dress. It contoured perfectly to your body, falling gracefully onto the floor, its train whisping behind you. The integrate lace sleeves started a bit off your shoulder, its pattern decorating your arms, with the neckline showing just the right amount of skin. You brought your hand up, touching the single strand of pearls around your neck and smiled softly. They had been your mother’s, a gift from your father on their wedding day. She had always promised that you would wear them on your big day, and when your sister showed up last week and presented them, you had been speechless. You blinked in an attempt to prevent your tears from ruining your mascara.

“You look beautiful.” You turned to find Sam standing in the doorway holding David in his arms. You laughed as David pulled on his little bow tie, obviously growing frustrated with the fancy clothes the grown ups were forcing him to wear.

“Thank you, Sam.” He bent over and set the toddler on the floor, allowing him to stretch his legs for a bit. He made his way across the room to wrap you in a tight hug. Over the last few years you and Sam had formed a bond of your own, one of friendship and trust, often at Dean’s expense. Honestly you thought of him as your own brother, which was fitting seeing as you were about to be in-laws. He released you, before reaching over and removing the bouquet out of David’s hands, much to the little one’s dismay.

“You might need these” he joked, handing them to you. You shook your head.

“Yeah, maybe.. So how’s Dean doing?” you asked, already guessing his answer.

“Oh he is doing great!” you raised an eyebrow, not convinced. “Okay, He’s a bit nervous…. There’s a lot of sweat across the hall.” You sighed. You had prepared yourself for Dean’s nerves, after all… it was Dean you were talking about. Sensing your mood, Sam placed a hand on your arm. “It’s a good nervous. He loves you (Y/N).” You smiled.

“I know.”

“I’ve never seen him more happy in my entire life. Thank you for that.” He said, seriously. Just then your sister poked her head in the door, before sending Emily in.

“They are ready to start!” You beamed, looking at your daughter.

“You look so beautiful, baby.” You said, hugging her tightly.

“Mom…” she whined, her teenage embarrassment shining through, although a small smile did spread on her lips.

“Okay! Let’s get this show on the road.” Your sister urged, picking up her own bouquet and ushering Emily and David out to their places. You took hold of Sam’s arm, taking a deep breath and followed them downstairs. Sam’s girlfriend Eileen was waiting for you at the bottom, giving you a friendly smile. Sam bent slightly to give her a peck on the lips before pulling back and signing to her. Even though you were learning to sign, you didn’t catch everything, but whatever Sam said caused a blush to rise across her cheeks. She smacked him on the arm playfully before getting in position behind your sister. The backyard of your home had been decorated for the event, simple white chairs helping to form the aisle from the backdoor to the small arch that was constructed for the ceremony. It was just before dusk, the sky just beginning to show shades of purple and pink. The backyard was lit by twinkling lights along the chairs and weaved into the flowers around the altar, casting a fairytale like glow over the evening. 

Dean stood with next to Garth, who you had meet a few weeks earlier and who had insisted on officiating. You watched as Dean chuckled at your children making their way forward to the music, David not quite cooperating. The toddler sat down in the middle of the aisle, causing Emily to become red in the face. Eventually, after several moments of chasing down her brother she sighed and picked him, and the pillow containing the rings, up and carrying them the rest of the way. Your sister followed next, helping Emily when she reached the end by taking hold of a struggling David, then Eileen who was quickly becoming an important part of your little family.   

“Ready?” Sam asked, looking down at you.

“More than ready.” You replied, unable to take your eyes off of the man waiting for you. When the music changed, you placed one foot in front of the other, trusting Sam to lead you and set the pace. You could feel him restraining you a bit, sensing your eagerness. You were thankful for it, because if he hadn’t been there you would have been at a dead sprint, falling over your dress and face planting in front of everyone. When you finally, what felt like a lifetime, arrived Sam kissed you on the check, untangling your arm from his and putting your hand in Dean’s. Dean gave him a brotherly nod before he took his place by Castiel. You turned and handed your flowers to Emily who was smiling behind you.

“You look beautiful.” He breathed, leaning over to kiss you on the cheek. You smiled.

“You don’t look half-bad yourself, Winchester.” He laughed, pulling back and taking in the sight of you. The two of you walked a few steps to a small table that was placed to the side and picked up the tall candle in the center. One by one you lit a candle for each of your parents, along with an extra one for Bobby, in remembrance and as a silent ‘thank you’ to the people who were responsible for making you who you were. Returning your places, Garth nodded before beginning.

“Now, Dean-o here has told me to ‘not blabber’ and to ‘get to the good stuff’ “ he stated, using air quotes “which I can only assume means he wants to go straight to the vows. BUT I want to say something first, if you don’t mind?” Dean rolled his eyes at Garth, but nodded. You knew Dean better than most people and you knew that it was all an act to appear tough. He loved his friend, which is why he had allowed him to do this in the first place. “ Now, I only met (Y/N) and the kids a couple of weeks ago… Big Guy over here keeping em’ all to himself.” he joked, nudging Dean and causing the small crowd of friends and family to laugh. Dean shook his head but smiled at you, the small crinkles around his eyes showing. “But I see the way that Dean looks at her.. Just like I look at my sweet, Bess.” He winked at his wife who was sitting a few rows back, who blushed and covered her face. “I’m just glad that he finally found somebody who turned him into a big ole’ softie… It’s about time.” Again, another round of laughter at Dean’s expense passed through the backyard.

“Alright, alright…” Dean mumbled, shifting anxiously on his feet.  

“All I’m saying is that I’m happy for you, man.” he replied, hands raised in surrender. “Now, you two have written your own vows. (Y/N), would you like to go first?” You nodded and took a deep breath in an attempt to control your emotions.  

“Dean, the night that we met you were my knight in shining armor, but I would be lying if I said it was love at first sight. You were this big tough guy, who never let his guard down, but I can remember the exact moment that I realized I wanted to be with you.. It was our fourth date, I called and canceled because I was sick. An hour later you showed up at my sister’s house with chicken noodle soup and The Three Stooges on DVD. Even though we started out rough, you have become someone that I trust with my life, someone that I admire, and someone that I respect. You are the most caring, most loyal person I have ever met in my entire life. Since that first night you have been saving me, Dean. Every single day, and every way imaginable you push me to be my best self. You’re a wonderful father to our children, and someone that I am proud to call my partner. I love you very much, and I’m so excited to spend the rest of my life with you.” Leaning over, you pressed a kiss to his stubbled cheek and touched a hand to his chest, directly over his heart.

“Well, that’s going to be a tough one to follow. Dean, would you like to say your vows to (Y/N)?” Garth sputtered out as he wiped at his cheeks. The entire gathering of people seemed to be blowing their noses or blotting at their eyes with tissues.

“Um yeah..” he said, giving you a smirk before clearing his throat. “Here goes nothing…. We both know that I’ve seen a lot of bad crap in my life. Hell, I’ve seen enough for a hundred lifetimes. I never thought that I would be able to have anything good, never thought that I could have a life that didn’t revolve around the job. But somehow.. We found it. I never pictured myself a dad either..” As if on cue, David struggled his way out of his sister’s grasp and made a mad dash past Dean, only to be intercepted by Castiel who swooped him up easily. “but I guess we know how that turned out.” The two of you chuckled as Castiel whispered something into David’s ear, and were surprised when the two year old stilled and watched you both intently. With the toddler controlled, Dean continued. “I can’t promise that I will be the easiest to live with, or even tolerate. But I’ll will do right by you and the kids. I love you, (Y/N). You have given me everything, a home, a family. I guess what I’m trying to say is.. Thank you.”  

“That was beautiful, Dean.” Garth said, slapping him on his back. “Let’s move forward shall we?” he asked, nodding to Emily. She stepped forward, producing the wedding rings and placing them in his hand. He gave one to each of you before continuing. “Do you, (Y/N) (Y/L/N), take Dean winchester to be your wedded husband, to have and to hold from this moment forward?”

“I do.” you said, smiling excitedly and sliding the golden band on his ring finger.

“Do you, Dean Winchester take..”

“Yeah, Garth.. I do.” Dean interrupted, his eagerness making your heart beat wildly inside of your chest. He slowly slipped the ring onto your finger, both of you taking a moment to admire how it looked alongside your engagement ring.

“Well by the power invested in me, thanks to the internet, I now pronounce you two kids husband and wife! Well go on, KISS HER!” Dean raised an eyebrow at Garth’s encouragement, giving you a devilish smirk before reaching forward and pulling you into him. The crowd erupted with applause but nothing else mattered to you as soon as his lips touched yours. You let yourself get lost, pouring everything you had into the kiss. You heard the distinct sound of Sam whistling when Dean dipped you back, deepening the kiss and allowing you the opportunity to wrap your hands around the back of his neck. Smiling, he pulled back and gave you a wink before returning you upright. Emily ran forward, wrapping her arms around your waist while Dean turned around to retrieve David from Castiel. With your children wrapped around you and your husband whispering sweet nothings into your ear, you couldn't help but feel overwhelmed with emotion. When it was just you and Emily, you had been happy. But there had always been something that was missing from your lives. Never in your wildest dreams did you ever imagine being a part of this family and having so much love in your heart.

You weren’t sure what the future held for you, but you were certain of one thing. The ten years in waiting? They were worth it.

[avengerofyourheart]

Faithfully (Bucky Rockstar AU)

Characters: reader, Bucky, OC Ava Barnes, Steve, Clint, Tony, Wanda.

Summary: Being on the road with your rockstar husband had it’s challenges. What if you found out he was unfaithful? (Avengers AU)

Warnings: babies, pregnancy, possible cheating, tiny bit of language, sex mentions, drinking, nudity, bit of angst, mostly fluff. 

Word Count: 3k (including lyrics)

Song Inspiration: Faithfully by Journey

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A/N: Oof. This idea struck me like lightning. I’ve been working on another fic but felt a little stuck. This one flowed out of me in the space of a few hours. I freaking love Journey and this story! I’ve sacrificed quite a bit of sleep to finish, so I hope it was worth it!! Please let me know your thoughts! Love you guys!! :)

Masterlist

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Brushing your fingertip over perfect round cheeks while marveling at gorgeous long lashes and her tiny pout, you fell in love all over again. This little person had your heart. Well. A good portion of it. Speaking of your heart…

You heard rustling in the next “room” followed by the partition sliding aside. Bucky stumbled out of the bedroom, rubbing a hand over his face. His chin-length hair stuck out in ten different directions and he was clad in only a pair of boxers.

“Morning, handsome,” you greeted him with an amused smile.

He let out a groan, “What time is it?”

“Almost noon.”

“And…where are we?”

You chuckled, “Somewhere in the midwest, I think. St. Louis, maybe?”

Slumping in a chair across from you, he exhaled loudly. “I’m sorry. I know I was gonna take her this morning but we had some press to do after the show and then drinks with some writer for a magazine. I guess I passed out pretty hard.”

You shrugged, “It’s okay. She’s been a perfect angel and even let me shower this morning.”

He grinned at the bundle of joy in your arms, leaning forward to brush a knuckle over her delicate skin. “That’s my girl, huh, princess? Are you daddy’s little girl?”

Your daughter cooed, grasping her father’s finger in a tiny fist. There was no denying it. She had you both wrapped around her perfect finger.  

Bucky pressed a kiss to your lips and muttered a ‘good morning’ to you before gathering the little one in his muscular arms. She always looked extra tiny next to him. You stretched and took in the sight of your husband babbling in baby talk to your little Ava. Everyone else thought he was a hardcore tough guy, but you knew he was really just a big ol’ softie. All the rest was for show.

“So how many did you see last night?” you quirked an eyebrow in question.

“Hm?” he replied, feigning ignorance.

You gave in The Look. He knew what you meant.

“I, uh…the lights were bright and from the stage, I couldn’t…there weren’t any…” he huffed out a sigh in surrender. “Three.”

You scoffed, “You saw three breasts last night?”

“Three…pairs,” he clarified bashfully. “But trust me, they’ve got nothing on you, babe.”

You shook your head in disbelief, but had to smile. You knew what to expect at this point, having been married to your rock star husband for two years and dated for six before that. You and Bucky went to high school together and started dating when his band was still in their garage phase. Girls often tried to gain his attention during shows by flashing him. A ridiculous notion which he always brushed off, but it still bothered you a little.

“Oh, I know,” you agreed with him, glancing down at your prominent chest. Making the decision to nurse your child meant having your bra size increase threefold. It was ridiculous and painful at times, but you enjoyed having that connection with her. “Speaking of breasts…”

You unbuttoned your shirt and unhooked your nursing bra, motioning for Bucky to bring your daughter forward. Finding a comfortable position, she latched on and you used an app on your phone to note which side you were feeding her on and how long. Bucky kept his gaze on your exposed chest, clearing his throat.

“Down boy,” you teased him with a grin. “Not yet. Why don’t you have a shower? Maybe if this little one will sleep after I’m done, we could have some alone time…”

Bucky perked up at that, leaning down to capture your lips first and then press them to his child’s head, “Did you hear that Ava? Daddy might get some action! If you sleep for an hour, I’ll buy you a pony.”

You laughed, swatting his arm, then watched him retreat to shower. Currently, you were sitting on the tour bus that you, Bucky, and Ava had to yourselves. It was pretty spacious for an RV and had all the bells and whistles, but living on the road still had its challenges. Constantly on the move and in a different city, you struggled to see something on wheels as home but whenever you weighed the pros and cons, being with Bucky always won out.

You had stayed home for a few weeks after giving birth and Bucky was with you as much as possible but eventually he had to go back on the road. A few weeks apart, you both decided you couldn’t stand it anymore. Bucky bought the biggest, nicest RV he could find and begged you to bring Ava on tour with you. He was a busy man, though. His band, Howling Buchanan, exploded onto the music scene last year and their album went platinum. Around that same time, you found out you were pregnant adding to a whirlwind year of excitement and change.

Having a child was one of the best things you’ve ever done, but it did trigger some changes in your relationship with Bucky. Obviously your time and energy was mostly focused on the baby and there was a waiting time before you could become intimate again. There were other things you both did to keep the fire burning until then, though. Luckily Ava just turned 6 weeks and the doctor gave the okay for sex. You were a bit nervous, considering the changes your body had gone through, but you felt ready. Bucky obviously was, too.

Setting down Ava on her bed in the RV’s living room area, she thankfully stayed asleep. You pushed aside the partition and stepped into the bedroom to see Bucky wearing only a towel while combing through his damp hair. A familiar warmth spread in your belly, the feeling kept dormant for too long now awakening. You crept up behind him, wrapping your arms around his bare waist and caressing the taut muscles of his six pack abs. He turned around to face you, capturing your lips with his in a passionate embrace.

His nimble fingers rid you of your button down blouse and unattractive but supportive nursing bra. He marveled at the sight of you, “You are gorgeous. I love you, Y/N.”

“I love you, too, Bucky,” you spoke breathlessly, ridding him of his towel. He undressed you completely and lowered you to the bed. Bucky paid special attention to every inch of you with is mouth and fingers, being extra gentle with your sizable but sore bosoms. He tried to take his time, but you were both impatient after so long without, soon finding a rhythm in each other and simultaneously reaching your highs before crashing down together.

Bucky pressed a tender kiss to your lips, brushing a sweaty lock of hair off your forehead. He pulled you into his side, grazing his fingertips over your bare skin. Barely catching your breath, you heard the tiny wails of your daughter thought the thin walls. You groaned, reaching for clothing when Bucky stopped you with a kiss.

“I’ll get her. You rest,” he said, climbing out of bed and slipping on shorts.

Squinting as he opened and then closed the partition door, you lay in the dark for a while. Looking back on this first time again with Bucky, you knew it somehow felt…different. Not bad by any means, but not quite as before. You kind of expected that, but a flicker of doubt settled in your mind. Trying to brush it off, you told yourself it would take time, then letting sleep claim you.

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“Doll,” you heard a far away voice. “Doll, I’m sorry, but I have to leave for rehearsal. Ava needs you.”

You sat up in bed, seeing through bleary eyes that Bucky held your daughter in his arms, now dressed in jeans and a black t-shirt. You stood and stretched, pulling on clothes and then taking the baby from him.

“Break a leg, handsome. I’ll see you before your show,” you assured him.

“Okay. I love you.”

He kissed you and then Ava before leaving, leather jacket in hand.

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Bucky stepped off the stage and walked through the maze of hallways under the venue before finding his dressing room. Other than the bus, it was nice to have a place to go to just for a little while. He wasn’t a rockstar with a list of crazy demands like some, but he did insist on having a couch in his dressing room. Since Ava was born, neither of you had gotten a full night’s sleep, which was to be expected, but he did try to sneak in a nap before shows. The rehearsal and sound check had gone well, so he felt good about the show tonight.

Kicking the door shut, he stripped off his leather jacket and boots before collapsing on the couch.

He woke to a woman’s voice. “Hey, baby,” he heard her coo. Small hands brushed across his chest and down toward his belt, starting to unbuckle it.

“Y/N?” he mumbled, then opening his eyes in shock.

Before him, a strange woman knelt by the couch he lie on, half naked. He pushed her hands away and climbed over the side of the couch to get away.

“How did you get in here?” he asked in panic, throwing a blanket to the scantily clad woman.

“A friend. I’m a huge fan, Bucky. I’ve wanted you for so long…” she continued to advance as he backed away.

“Yeah, well, I’m happily married and not at all interested, so get out,” he spoke sternly, gathering her pile of clothes and shoving them at her chest.

She pouted at that, “But…but all your songs, you talk about the women you’ve been with and…”

“No,” he stopped her. “One woman. All my songs are about one woman: my wife. Now get out of here before I press charges,” he yanked the door open and pushed her out in her state of undress, nearly colliding with you just outside the door.

“Y/N…” Bucky froze, a look of surprised upon his handsome face.

Your eyes were wide in shock and hurt, seeing a half naked woman leave his dressing room in a hurry. His belt was unbuckled and clothes looked rumpled.

“I knew things felt different this morning. I should have known…” Tears flooding your eyes, you whirled around and ran down the hallway, dodging people.

“Y/N, stop! It wasn’t…she just…” Bucky finally reacted and tried to follow but was stopped by his manager, Tony, with a hand on his chest.

“Whoa, there, sparky, where do you think you’re going? You’ve got a show in 5 minutes.”

He threw the man’s hand off, “Screw the show, I have to get to Y/N.”

“Screw the…listen, Buckaroo, we’ve got a full house out there. The opening act was terrible and they came to see you, can’t you hear the chanting? If we lose the crowd, then it’ll get ugly. I need you to stay and do your job. Can you do that?”

Huffing in frustration, Bucky ran fingers through his hair. He had to pray that you would be waiting on the bus afterwards so he could explain. “Fine. But I need to speak with the band first.”

“Done.”

“Clint!” Bucky yelled at a sandy-haired man across the hall. “You’re supposed to be in charge of security, what the hell happened? How did she get in here?”

Clint shook his head, “I don’t know, man. My guys have a strict list. It must have been someone inside who let her in.”

“You find out who it is and I want their ass fired,” Bucky roared.

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Scrambling onto the bus in a crying haze, you ran into Wanda, the part-time nanny you and Bucky had hired so you could be there for his shows and not subject an infant to rock music. Wanda stayed with Ava for a few hours and kept you updated on how she was through text, letting you know when she needed a feeding.

Attempting to calm yourself, you took a few deep breaths. “Is Ava asleep?”

“Y/N, are you okay? The baby’s fine, sleeping like an angel.”

“Good. Can you call me a cab?”

“Sure. Why? Where are you going?” the woman questioned, eyeing your frazzled state.

“The airport.”

Luckily, most of your bags were already packed since you were supposed to have the privilege of staying in a hotel in the next city. Three shows in a row meant clean sheets and a huge bathtub, both things you had been looking forward to. You threw the rest of your things in two bags and packed Ava’s diaper bag before stepping off the bus and into a cab.

Four hours later, you sat at the gate waiting to board your flight home. You needed family support right now. Ava was sleeping after your last feeding and you had way too much time to think. How could this happen? Was this the first or the 50th girl? You felt so stupid. He was tempted all the time and you always felt pride that he stayed faithful to you even after all these years. Or so you thought. You’d been ignoring your phone since you left, unwilling to hear his excuses. Being an eye witness was enough for you.

You must have dozed off for a minute because you awoke to a  buzz in your pocket. Rolling your eyes, you glanced at the screen to see a text from Natasha, one of the background singers.

You need to see this, with a YouTube link attached.

Careful not to wake Ava, you slipped in one earbud and pressed play. You could tell it was the venue you had just left and Bucky came into focus. Must be near the end of the show because he always lost his shirt midway through, his sweaty, sculpted chest on display along with the full sleeve of tattoos on his left arm. You stifled a sob, but kept watching.

“Thanks for being a great crowd. I’m gonna do something a little different tonight. We don’t do a lot of covers, but this one’s important to me. This is for the loves of my life, Y/N and Ava. I’m still yours,” he spoke into the microphone, still catching his breath from the last song.

A spotlight shone on Steve, Bucky’s lead guitarist and best friend, but this time he had a keyboard in front of him. You didn’t even know he could play. There wasn’t much call for piano playing in a rock band. The tune started slow as the crowd quieted, your heart racing. Bucky stood front and center as he began to sing. 

Highway run Into the midnight sun Wheels go round and round You’re on my mind. Restless hearts Sleep alone tonight Sending all my love on the wire

They say that the road ain’t no place to start a family Right down the line it’s been you and me And lovin’ a music man Ain’t always what it’s supposed to be Oh, girl, you stand by me I’m forever yours Faithfully

A smile broke through your sobs, hearing those words tumble from your husband’s mouth. This tender side of Bucky was the man you knew and the fact that he was showing that to the world, your heart melted. Whatever happened tonight, you knew you had to at least hear him out. Ava began to fuss then. As you pulled her into your lap, you placed the other earbud near her tiny ear and she quieted. Bucky’s voice had become her lullaby from birth.

Through space and time Always another show Wondering where I am Lost without you

And being apart ain’t easy on this love affair Two strangers learn to fall in love again I get the joy of rediscovering you Oh, girl, you stand by me I’m forever yours Faithfully

As the song finished, you set your phone aside and snuggled your little girl. Debating whether to get on the plane or not, you then heard a voice.

“Nothing happened.”

Looking up, you saw Bucky wearing sweats and a hoodie with his hair under a baseball cap. This was his incognito look to hide from fans.

In shock, you uttered, “How did you…”

“I left as soon as I could. Didn’t even do an encore. Tony’s pissed…” he chuckled thickly. “I saw your stuff gone and called Wanda. She told me where you’d gone and I figured you’d head home so I bought a ticket.”

Bucky knelt down before you, gathering your free hand in his.

“Y/N, listen to me, please. That girl snuck into my dressing room and I threw her out. I swear to you that nothing happened. I am completely yours. I’ve always been faithful. Please believe me,” he pleaded with you, his eyes filled with tears threatening to spill.

With a teary smile, you nodded, “I do. I believe you. I shouldn’t have run, I’m sorry. I love you so much.”

He grasped your face in his hands and kissed you, wet smiles on both of your faces.

“I love you with all my heart, Y/N. You and Ava…you’re my whole world. I will never jeopardize that. If you want to go home, then let’s go home. Maybe I could shift show dates around….”

You interrupted him, “No. As long as I’m with you, I am home.” Pressing your hand against his face, he smiled with shining eyes.

“You’re my home, too. Let’s get out of here,” he stood, gathering all 3 bags and the empty car seat in his arms. You carried Ava, who slept once again.

It wasn’t an easy life, but it was worth it. This transient life wouldn’t be forever. Bucky had a few more months of touring, then you’d have some normalcy at home. You’d just take things one step and one change at time. The song he sang was true, you’d always stand by him. And he stood by you. Faithfully.

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Whew! That was fun. At least for me to write. If you enjoyed it, please let me know!! I’m working on quite a few other projects so I hope you don’t mind me sneaking in the spur-of-the-moment fic. I just had to get it out. Thank you all so much for your comments and asks! I appreciate you taking the time to read my fics! 

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